"I can do it, I think."
After a terrible silence he said: "Yes, best try it, Yellow-hair….
I had meant to keep the last cartridge for you…"
"Dear Kay," she breathed close to his cheek.
Presently he was obliged to fire again, but remained uncertain as to his luck in the raging storm of lead that followed.
"I guess you better go, Yellow-hair," he whispered. "My guns are about all in."
"Try to hold them off. I'll come back. Of course you understand I'm not going for myself, Kay, I'm going for ammunition."
"What!"
"What did you suppose?" she asked curtly.
At that he blazed up: "If you can win through Isla Water you stay on the other side and telephone Glenark! Do you hear? I'm all right. It's—it's none of your business how I end this—"
"Kay?"