"Another? Oh!" exclaimed the girl.
"Well, you would be, if you couldn't. But you can. Now, would you jump in?"
"No. I should run for a rope or something."
"That's me," said Dick. "Next time that crop-eared, chrome-coloured coolie shows against the sky-line, I run for a rope or something."
The wrinkles disappeared from her forehead, and once more Amaryllis slipped her hand through the bend of his arm. She did it as for friendship or support, but her thought was for him. His rest had been nothing, and at any moment that deadly sleep might seize him again. She made up her mind that next time, even should they have to finish their walking by night, his sleep should be at least as long as that he had given her.
"I'm a pig to be cross," she said. "But I'm only not cross now because you make me laugh with your ridiculous good temper. But, Dick——"
She had felt that, without her linked arm, his steps would already be wandering.
"Well?" he said.
"Next time it's too much for you, I'm going to let you sleep. You must."
He looked at his watch.