"I want to be cured."
He laughed. "By the way you lead up this trail I don't think you need medicine. I never finish wondering whether you are the same girl I met first——"
She flashed a glance back at him. "I'm not. I'm another person."
"That shows what three months of this climate will do."
"Climate did not do it."
"What did?"
"You did." She kept marching steadily forward, her head held very straight indeed.
"I wish you would wait a moment," he pleaded.
"I am very thirsty—I want to reach the spring."
"But, dear girl, you can't keep this up."