We're going to try to limber up, and we don't want to drop six horses and a perfectly good gun on top of you!" Somebody seized her arm and dragged her across the leaves; and she struggled to her knees, to her feet, turned, and started to run.
"This way," said Berkley's voice in her ear; and his hand closed on hers.
"Phil--help me--I don't know where I am!" "I do.

Run this way, under the crest of the hill.

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