"This way," I said coolly. "You've left the trail."
"I don't care," she gasped. "Leave me."
"I can't do that. You see, I promised Jerry. But I will lead the way if you like. The stream is not far."
I set out again and I heard her trudging behind me. If she had stuck me in the back with a hatpin, I shouldn't have been surprised. But she was more tractable now.
"How are you getting on?" I asked as I neared the Sweetwater. But she wouldn't reply. Her sentiments toward me, I am sure, were too deep for words.
"Where did you come in?" I asked again.
"The iron railing—at the stream," she mumbled.
"Oh! It must be repaired at once."
"You needn't bother," she said scornfully, "so far as I am concerned."
"That's very kind of you. Ah, here we are."