"This poor horse--let's get away from it.

There's a good place over there--see!" He pointed to a little rise in the ground where were a few stunted trees and some long grass and shrubs.

"Can you walk ?" "Oh, yes, I'm all right," she answered nervously.

"I don't need your arm.

I can walk by myself." "I think not--well, not yet, anyhow," he answered soothingly.