She made him a bow from the saddle.
“I have not been without a reward, at least,” she answered, and looked at him.
“I have,” said he.
Honora smiled.
“I'm going to be your good angel, and help you get out of it,” he continued.
“Get out of what?”
“Quicksands.”
“Do you think I'm in danger of sinking?” she asked. “And is it impossible for me to get out alone, if I wished to?”
“It will be easier with my help,” he answered. “You're clever enough to realize that—Honora.”
She was silent awhile.