"Well," she said, "now that we are quits, now that you too have a burden of gratitude to carry about, I feel ever so much happier, or at least I should, only—Hubert, you don't know how fearfully my arm hurts!"
"I know it must! I can do so little for it until help comes! I daren't leave you here alone—"
"Oh, no; don't!"
"What is the very nearest house?"
"A mile away at least. Don't go! I'll lie here till someone finds us."
"You need not do that. Arnie has taken a note to Glen Royd."
"Arnie? Oh, I am glad of that." She closed her eyes and panted.
"Will you let me try carrying you a little way? Every step would bring us nearer to relief. If it shakes you, I could put you down. May I try?"
"I am heavier than I was in Africa."
"I am stronger than I was in Africa—tough as leather."