"Then Daisy crept kneeling to my side and touched me, trembling from head to foot.
"'I know,' I muttered. 'I must run back for the rifle.'
"'And—and leave me?'
"I took her by the hand, and we dragged ourselves through the wire-grass to the open end of a boiler lying in the sand.
"She crept in on her hands and knees, and called to me to follow.
"'You are safe now,' I cried. 'I must go back for the rifle.'
"'The birds may—may attack you.'
"'If they do I can get into one of the other boilers,' I said. 'Daisy, you must not venture out until I come back. You won't, will you?'
"'No-o,' she whispered, doubtfully.
"'Then—good-bye.'