"Beautiful! I have green eyes!"
"They are beautiful. Flora, do you know I—I don't want to make you angry but—I kissed you once, out there in the snow. And if you can forgive me—I was quite desperate, don't you know—I'd like to do it again."
"Hands up!" cried a voice; and they looked up and beheld the head and shoulders and rifle of Homer Steeves at the edge of the pit. Jim didn't remove his arm from Flora's waist.
"Hands up, I said!" cried Homer. "An' move away from that girl! Pack yer dunnage an' come along out of that!"
Jim stood up.
"What's the matter with yer leg?" asked Homer.
"Cut it. What's the matter with you?" asked Jim.
"Cut it, did ye. Well, ye got to come along all the same. I figgered on tyin' you an' haulin' you anyhow—an' Flora can help me."
"Very kind of you, but why are you pointing that rifle at me?"
"To shoot you if you resist, that's why."