"No more than my mistress would be," she retorted sharply. "And I'm just as particular as she is--in one thing."
"What's that?" he asked.
"I don't take gentlemen off the road, either."
He laughed, seeing himself hit; and as if that recalled her to herself, she sprang up with a sob of remorse. "Oh," she said, wringing her hands, "we sit here and play, while she suffers! We don't think of her! Do something! do something if you are a man!"
"But we don't know where we are, or where she is."
"Then let us find her," she cried; "let us find her!"
"We can do nothing in the dark," he urged. "It is dark as the pit now. If we can find our way to the road again, it will be as much as we can do."
"Let us try! let us try!" she answered, growing frantic. "I shall go mad if I stay here."
He gave way at that, and consented to try. But they had not gone fifty yards before she tripped and fell, and he heard her gasp for breath.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, stooping anxiously over her.