The path descended, and became rough with stones.
‘He is moving,’ said Barbara. ‘He said something.’
‘Martin!’ spoke the injured man.
‘I am at your side, Jasper.’
‘I am hurt—where am I?’
‘I cannot tell you; heaven knows. In some God-forgotten waste.’
‘Do not leave me!’
‘Never, Jasper.’
‘You promise me?’
‘With all my heart.’