"Betty can run like a deer.

And bein' a woman they may let her get to the cabin without shootin'." Silas stood with arms folded across his broad chest.

As he gazed at his sister great tears coursed down his dark cheeks and splashed on the hands which so tenderly clasped his own.

Betty stood before him transformed; all signs of weariness had vanished; her eyes shone with a fateful resolve; her white and eager face was surpassingly beautiful with its light of hope, of prayer, of heroism.
"Let me go, brother.

You know I can run, and oh! I will fly today.
Every moment is precious.