Can I do more for him than that ?" "Oh, my darling, my darling," said Kathleen brokenly, "if you believe that he can save you--if you really feel that he can----" "I am trying to save myself--I am trying." She turned and looked off through the forest, a straight, slender shape in the moving shadows of the leaves.
"But if he could really help you--if you truly believe it, dear, I--I don't know whether you might not venture--now----" "No, dear." She slowly closed her eyes, remained motionless for a moment, drew a deep, long breath, and looked up through the sunlit branches overhead.
"I've got to be fair to him," she said aloud to herself; "I must give myself to him as I ought to be, or not at all....

That is settled." She turned to Kathleen and took her hand: "Come on, fellow-pilgrim," she said with an effort to smile.

"My cowardice is over for the present." A few steps forward they sighted Scott coming back.

He was unusually red in the face and rather excited, and he flourished a stick.
"Of all the infernal impudence!" he said.

"What do you think has happened to me?
I saw a wild boar back there--not a very big one--and he came out into the trail ahead, and I kept straight on, thinking he'd hear me and run.