It kept on whining.

"Hilda," I cried, "that baby will lose your life! You CANNOT go on carrying it." She turned to me with a flash of her eyes.

"What! You are a man," she broke out, "and you ask a woman to save her life by abandoning a baby! Hubert, you shame me!" I felt she was right.

If she had been capable of giving it up, she would not have been Hilda.

There was but one other way left.
"Then YOU must take the pony," I called out, "and let me have the bicycle!" "You couldn't ride it," she called back.