"I can't endure this delay!" She caught Freckles' hand to her breast, and bending over him, looked deeply into his stricken eyes.
"'Angel, I give you my word of honor that I will keep right on breathing.' That's what you are going to promise me," she said.

"Do you say it ?" Freckles hesitated.
"Freckles!" imploringly commanded the Angel, "YOU DO SAY IT!" "Yis," gasped Freckles.
The Angel sprang to her feet.
"Then that's all right," she said, with a tinge of her old-time briskness.

"You just keep breathing away like a steam engine, and I will do all the remainder." The eager men gathered around her.
"It's going to be a tough pull to get Freckles out," she said, "but it's our only chance, so listen closely and don't for the lives of you fail me in doing quickly what I tell you.

There's no time to spend falling down over each other; we must have some system.

You four there get on those wagon horses and ride to the sleeping-tent.