The bandage is bursting it." "Try, my girl; only try a little longer: only hold out five minutes more; only five short minutes, and we may be there." "It's of no use trying," said Liza with a whimper; "I've tried and tried; I must sit down or I shall faint." The girl dropped down on to the grass and began to untie a linen bandage that was about her ankle.
"O dear! O dear! There they are, more than half-way up the pass.
They'll be at the top in ten minutes! And there's Ralph; yes, I can see him and the dog.

What shall we do?
What _can_ we do ?" "Go and leave me and come back--no, no, not that either; don't leave me in this place," said Liza, crying piteously and moaning with the pain of a sprained foot.
"Impossible," said Rotha.

"I might never find you again on this pathless fell." "Oh, that unlucky stone!" whimpered Liza, "I'm bewitched, surely.

It's that Mother Garth--" "Ah, he sees us," said Rotha.

She was standing on a piece of rock and waving a scarf in the wind.