"I have come to fight for you--if you won't go," he whispered tensely.

"I don't know why your people have tried to kill me, I don't know why they want to kill me, and it makes no difference to me now.

I want you.

I've wanted you since that first glimpse of your face through the window, since the fight on the trail--every minute, every hour, and I won't give you up as long as I'm alive.

If you won't go with me--if you won't go now--to-night--" He held her closer, his voice trembling in her hair.