She shrank to me, and looked up at me, with such a power of weakness, that I at once made up my mind to save her or to die with her.
A tingle went through all my bones, and I only longed for my carbine.
The little girl took courage from me, and put her cheek quite close to mine.
'Come with me down the waterfall.

I can carry you easily; and mother will take care of you.' 'No, no,' she cried, as I took her up: 'I will tell you what to do.

They are only looking for me.

You see that hole, that hole there ?' She pointed to a little niche in the rock which verged the meadow, about fifty yards away from us.

In the fading of the twilight I could just descry it.
'Yes, I see it; but they will see me crossing the grass to get there.' 'Look! look!' She could hardly speak.