How annoying! If Tige were only there she could have sent him for help.
She shouted several times, but the distance was too great for her voice to carry to the fort.

The mocking echo of her call came back from the bluff that rose to her left.

Betty now began to be alarmed in earnest, and the tears started to roll down her cheeks.

The throbbing pain in her ankle, the dread of having to remain out in that lonesome forest after dark, and the fear that she might not be found for hours, caused Betty's usually brave spirit to falter; she was weeping unreservedly.
In reality she had been there only a few minutes--although they seemed hours to her--when she heard the light tread of moccasined feet on the moss behind her.

Starting up with a cry of joy she turned and looked up into the astonished face of Alfred Clarke.
Returning from a hunt back in the woods he had walked up to her before being aware of her presence.