And you--you are going to keep yours." "My word ?" he questioned, swiftly.
"Yes." She lifted her head.

"If--if you really care about being honest--if your love is worth--anything at all--that is the only way.
You promised--you promised--to save him." "Save him for you ?" he said.
"Yes--save him for me." She did not know how she uttered the words, but somehow they were spoken.
They went into a silence that wrung her soul, and it cost her every atom of her strength not to recall them.
Bill Warden stood quite motionless for many pulsing seconds, then--very, very slowly--at length his hold began to slacken.
In the end he set her on her feet--and she was free.

"All right, little new chum!" he said, and she heard a new note in his voice--a note that waked in her a wild impulse to spring back into his arms and cling to him--and cling to him.

"I'll do it--for you--if it kills me--just to show you--little girl--just to show you--what my love for you is really worth." He stood a moment, facing her; then his hands clenched and he turned away.
"Let's go down the hill!" he said.

"I'll see you in safety first.".