How her heart pounded! It did not seem to beat, but rather to strike at her breast and almost to strangle her.
It was getting quite dusk, but once on the road and she would feel safe.
"Hey there!" came a call in a familiar voice.
The boys were just coming out of the woods at the far end of the oaks.
"What's your hurry!" demanded Nat.
Dorothy felt like sinking down. The relief was almost as overwhelming as had been her fear.
"Oh, do hurry!" she called rather feebly. "I am almost dead!"