Van Deelen, slow of movement and slower of thought, obeyed.
“Now,” said McGlory to the woman, “come along!” And he took her arm.
“Oh, no, Joe! I can't go! It will kill me!”
“Cut that—get up!”
Roche, who had been eating in the next room, came in, looked at them, and then hurried out, where the leader of the party awaited him.
“Aren't they 'most ready?”
“Yes—coming right along—if it don't kill her.”
But when they heard a step and turned, only the woman appeared in the doorway.
“Where's Joe, Estelle?”
“He—he's coming.” She staggered. Roche caught her, helped her down the steps, and with his arm about her waist led her out to the road. “He says to go along, and he 'll catch us.” She was plucky, or frightened, for she staggered along biting her lip.