But I must do something with you.

For it's not safe for me here.

I shot that rustler who was with you.

Sooner or later he'll be found, and then my tracks.

I must find a safer hiding-place where I can't be trailed." "Leave me--here." "Alone--to die!" "Yes." "I will not." Venters spoke shortly with a kind of ring in his voice.
"What--do you want--to do--with me ?" Her whispering grew difficult, so low and faint that Venters had to stoop to hear her.
"Why, let's see," he replied, slowly.