The cheekbones were rather high; the gray eyes were wide open and full of light.

And as he advanced, walking with easy strides where the path was smooth, picking his way carefully where it was rough, the color rose under the deep tan of his cheeks.
She was the first to break the silence.

She had been watching the rising color in his face, the dilation of his nostrils, and feeling the quickening rise and fall of his chest.
"Put me down now and rest; you are tired." "I am not tired." He trudged on.

He would show her that if he had not been able to mount her on her horse, at least it was not from lack of strength.
"Please put me down; it pains me," she said guilefully.

He stopped instantly, and selecting a clear place, seated her softly.
"I beg your pardon.