She smiled at his grim, baffled face.
“Women are cunning!”
She went to help him, and spoke of wedges and the crowbar.
“I can steady the thing while you heave it up, little by little, till the hinge straps are over the bolts.”
He gave her a look from his blue eyes.
“A man rushes like a bull. While you——”
“Ah, as I told you, women are cunning.”
Between them they got the gate on its hinges, and though it groaned and moved reluctantly, it was as strong as a man could wish.
“No spear truncheon will prise that up in a hurry.”
She was flushed and breathing fast, and her quick beauty swept into Martin’s heart like the wind. He stood still, gazing at her, till she looked at him, and then his eyes fell.