But even as she fell she spurned the dead Ramon with her feet, so that he rolled a little way while the black dog growled at him with bared teeth; even in death she would not touch him who had been so foul.
Luck ran the last few, steep steps, and took her in his arms.

His eyes were blurred so that he could not see her face, and his voice shook so that he could scarcely form the words that brushed back death from her soul and brought a smile to her eyes.
"Annie--little sister!" Annie-Many-Ponies raised one creeping hand, groping until her fingers touched his face.
"Wagalexa Conka--cola!" He took her fingers and for an instant, while she yet could feel, he laid them against his lips..