29/49 She was pretty and soft, but she weighed one hundred and twenty pounds--a lusty last straw to the load dragged by the weak and starving animals. Charles and Hal begged her to get off and walk, pleaded with her, entreated, the while she wept and importuned Heaven with a recital of their brutality. She let her legs go limp like a spoiled child, and sat down on the trail. They went on their way, but she did not move. |