Pray, pray promise me that you will not tell.

I do want to help you to get away." "I can't promise," said Archy at last, after a bitter struggle with self.

"I must go straight to my officer and tell him as soon as I get out." At that moment there was a sharp barking from the dog, who rushed up the steps to stand at the top for a few moments before coming down again.
"Won't you help me ?" "To send my poor innocent father to prison," said Celia in a low voice.
"I can't hear you," came from below.
"And I can't tell you," said Celia to herself.

"What shall I do--what shall I do ?" She stole softly up the rugged steps, with her fingers in her ears, in dread lest she should be called upon to listen to the prisoner's piteous appeals for help; and, as soon as she reached the top, she set off running as hard as she could go, to find her father, tell him all, and appeal to him to try and save the poor fellow from the cruel trials he was called upon to bear.
Celia could hardly see the direction in which she was going, for her eyes were blinded with tears, and so it was that, when down in the lowest part of the hollow, as she hurried blindly along, she tripped over one of the many loose stones, fell heavily, striking her temple against a block projecting from the steep side of the little valley; and fell, to lie insensible for a time; and when she did come to her senses, it was to find Grip lying by her, with his head upon her chest, and his eyes looking inquiringly into hers, as if to ask what it all meant.
Her head ached, and she felt half stunned still, but she strove to rise to her feet, and sank back with a moan of pain.
For a worse trouble had discovered itself: her ankle was badly wrenched, so that she could not stand, and in the solitary place in which she had fallen, it was possible that she might lie for days and not be found, unless special search was made.
A sudden thought came--to tie her handkerchief about Grip's neck, and send him home.
The first was easily done, the latter impossible.

Grip was an intelligent dog in his way, but nothing would make him leave his mistress there; and the poor girl lay all day in the hot sun, and at last saw that night was coming on, and that there was no help..