And I would die for the girl back on that sledge." He had staggered to his feet, and pointed into the forests through which they had come.
"I saw her in the firelight, Jean.

Why is she following us?
Why do they want to kill me?
If you would only give me a chance to prove that it is all a mistake--that I--" Croisset reached out and took his hand.
"M'seur, I would like to help you," he interrupted.

"I liked you that night we came in together from the fight on the trail.

I have liked you since.

And yet, if I was in _their_ place, I would kill you even though I like you.