I'm perfectly willing to stay that way, if you prefer.

I'm not trying to scrape acquaintance on the strength of your being in trouble; but you surely don't expect a man to ride on and leave a woman out here on the bald prairie--do you?
Especially when she's confessed she's afraid of the dark--and coyotes!" She was staring at him while he spoke, and she continued to stare after he had finished; the introspective look which sees without seeing, it became at last, and Ford gave a shrug at her apparent obstinacy and turned away to where Rambler stood with his head drooped and his eyes half closed.

He picked up the reins and chirped to him, and the horse hesitated, swung his left foot painfully forward, hobbled a step, and looked at Ford reproachfully.
"Your horse is crippled as badly as I am, it would seem," the girl observed, from where she sat watching them.
"I strained his shoulder, trying to make him jump that washout.

That was when I first got sight of you over here.

We went to the bottom and it took me quite a while to find a way out.