“And you call yourself his friend,” she cried, in a low, bitter voice.
“I call myself yours, too,” he made answer doggedly.
“Then go. Go this instant. You'll go, anyway; but if you're my friend, you'll go gladly, and bring help to save us both.”
“I wisht I knew what to do,” he groaned.
Her palms fastened on his shoulders. She was a creature transformed. Such bravery, such feminine ferocity, such a burning passion of the spirit, was altogether outside of his experience of her or any other woman. He could no more resist her than he could fly to the top of Bald Knob.
“I'll go, Arlie.”
“And bring help soon. Get Doc Lee here soon as you can. Leave word for armed men to follow. Don't wait for them.”
“No.”
“Take his Teddy horse. It can cover ground faster than yours.”
“Yes.”