We will rest awhile." She dropped into the muck beside Freckles and began stroking his hair and hand.

He lay with his face of agony turned to hers, and fought to smother the groans that would tell her what he was suffering.
When they stood ready to lift him, the Angel bent over him in a passion of tenderness.
"Dear old Limberlost guard, we're going to lift you now," she said.

"I suspect you will faint from the pain of it, but we will be as easy as ever we can, and don't you dare forget your promise!" A whimsical half-smile touched Freckles' quivering lips.
"Angel, can a man be remembering a promise when he ain't knowing ?" he asked.
"You can," said the Angel stoutly, "because a promise means so much more to you than it does to most men." A look of strength flashed into Freckles' face at her words.
"I am ready," he said.
With the first touch his eyes closed, a mighty groan was wrenched from him, and he lay senseless.

The Angel gave Duncan one panic-stricken look.

Then she set her lips and gathered her forces again.
"I guess that's a good thing," she said.