Possibly she dreamed of what was passing in his mind, for she suddenly lifted her eyes to his.
"Shall I tell you ?" "No; not now; both your explanation and mine can wait," he replied quickly.

"I can stand alone now--see," and he regained his feet, swaying slightly with dizziness, yet smiling down at her as he held forth a hand.

"Now you try it; take hold of me until you test your limbs--that was an ugly fall you got when I shot your pony." She straightened slowly, her cheeks flushing in the keen air, her eyes striving to smile back in response to his challenge.
"That was nothing," she protested, tramping about.

"I only went down into the snow, but my arms were bound, and the pony fell on my foot--it feels quite natural now." "Good.

We shall have to tramp a little way.