4/20 Oh, dear! oh, dear! isn't it horrid ?" "The worst of it is they've cut us off from the river," he said miserably. "If I could have reached the boat ahead of them they never could have caught us. I could distance that old raft in a mile." "I know you could, dear," she cried, looking with frantic admiration upon his broad shoulders and brawny bare arms. "But it is out of the question now." "Never mind, sweetheart; don't let it fuss you so. It will turn out all right, I know it will." "Oh, I can't run any farther," she gasped despairingly. |