"I would never find my way out," she cried, jumping to her feet and coming toward him. "I am not used to the mountains …I don't know which way …I would die…."
"To be rid of you the easiest way," he returned bluntly, "I would turn back with you until we got within striking distance of the open. But you have made me waste time as it is, and I promised Ben that I'd be in Gus Ingle's caves with no time lost. So I am going on."
"But," and all of her surging terror trembled in her rushing words, "I would die, I tell you…."
"And I tell you," he snapped back at her, "that I don't care a damn if you do. Must I tell you twice that I am through with you?"
He set his foot to the stirrup. Gloria, pride lost in panic, ran to him and grasped his arm, crying to him:
"You mustn't leave me this way! It's brutal … it's murder."
"I gave my promise to Ben," he said. "You are not worth breaking a promise."
"If you won't take me back, then let me go with you."
"Worthless and selfish and cowardly! Useless and vain and brainless! Good God! am I, a man full grown, to loiter on the trail with the like of you? Let go!" He shook her hand off roughly and swung up into the saddle, sending his horse with a boot-heel in the flank down to the ford. But Gloria screamed after him, and ran after him, down to the creek and through it, calling out:
"Mark! Mark! For God's sake don't leave me. I am afraid; I will die of fear. Take me with you…."