I tried to walk, but--but I am better now.
Could you catch my horse for me ?" Keith rose and, followed the horse's track for some distance along the little path.

When he returned, the girl was still seated against the rock.
"Did you see him ?" she asked languidly, sitting up.
"I am afraid that he has gone home.

He was galloping.

I could tell from his tracks." "I think I can walk.

I must." She tried to rise, but, with the pain caused by the effort, the blood sprang to her cheek for a second and then fled back to her heart, and she sank back, her teeth catching her lip sharply to keep down an expression of anguish.
"I must get back.