After a few hesitating steps she paused and lifted her foot from the ground.
"Here, you must not try to walk a step farther," he said, resolutely, noting how white she had suddenly become.

"You have sprained your ankle and are needlessly torturing yourself.

Please let me carry you ?" "Oh, no, no, no!" cried Betty, in evident distress.

"I will manage.
It is not so--very--far." She resumed the slow and painful walking, but she had taken only a few steps when she stopped again and this time a low moan issued from her lips.

She swayed slightly backward and if Alfred had not dropped his rifle and caught her she would have fallen.
"Will you--please--for some one ?" she whispered faintly, at the same time pushing him away.
"How absurd!" burst out Alfred, indignantly.