So that's all right, isn't it?
Say it's all right!" There was more of pleading in her voice than she knew.

A great tremor went through Burke.

He clenched his hands to subdue it.
"Yes; all right, little pal, all right," he said.
His voice sounded strangled; it pierced her oddly.

With a sudden impetuous gesture she slid her arm about his neck, and for one lightning moment her lips touched his cheek.

The next instant she had sprung free and was leaping downwards from rock to rock like a startled gazelle.
At the foot of the _kopje_ only did she stop and wait.