"Quite easy like this," she answered.
So they proceeded slowly down the stony, rocky hillside, the girl cradled in his arms with her arms round his neck easing her weight as much as possible.
He had to stop and rest frequently, laying her gently on a bed of pine needles or moss.
"You're very strong," she said.
"Yes, by God, too strong sometimes," he said, bitterly.
She put her fingers gently on his wrist and felt his pulse. "You're a winner," she said.
"Meaning that I shall out distance the constable," he asked with a grim humour.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Carstairs. Jack Carstairs. It'll be in all the papers soon. Can you read?"
"No."