I shall stay--and fight!" "Please--please go!" she sobbed, striving to pull him nearer to the window.

"You can get away in the storm.

The snow will cover your trail.
If you stay they will kill you--kill you--" "I prefer to fight and be killed rather than to run away without you," he interrupted.

"If you will go--" She crushed herself against his breast.
"I can't go--now--this way--" she urged.

"But I will come to you.