If you're obstinate, I'll carry you." Barbara leaned upon his arm, but her color was high and her look strained when he helped her across the stones.

Harry Vernon was a tall, thin, wiry Canadian, with a quiet face.

When he got to the tent he opened the curtain, and beckoning Mrs.Cartwright, pushed Barbara inside.
"You'll give her some supper, ma'am, and I'll chase the others off," he said.

"The little girl's tired and mustn't be disturbed." Barbara gave him a grateful look and the blood came to his sunburned skin.
"I am a little tired," she declared, and added, too quietly for Mrs.
Cartwright to hear: "You're a white man." Vernon pulled the curtain across, and joining the others, lighted a cigarette.
"The girls stopped at False Point, two miles short of the spot we fixed," he said.

"I reckon Bob's directions were not plain enough.