His brown face was granite-like in its immobility, but it was exceedingly grim.
Something stirred within her at last, impelling her to action.

She got up.
"Do you see that blasted tree right away over there with horrid twisted arms that look as if they are trying to clutch at something ?" His eyes came up to hers on the instant.

"What of it ?" he said.
She laughed down at him.

"Let's mount! I'll race you to it." He leapt to his feet like, a boy.

"What's the betting ?" "Anything you like!" she threw back gaily.