Oh, it'll kill her!" "Sally, she's no baby.

She's got sand, that girl--" The sound of soft steps somewhere near distracted my attention, reminded me of my peril, and now, what counted more with me, made clear the probability of being discovered in Sally's room.

"I'll have to get out of here," I whispered.
"Wait," she replied, detaining me.

"Didn't you say they were hunting for you ?" "They sure are," I returned grimly.
"Oh! Then you mustn't go.

They might shoot you before you got away.
Stay.