"Oh, that horrible, cruel water! I have loved it in the past, but now I hate it; how horribly it has tortured me! Take me away, I beg,--anywhere, so that I can neither see nor hear it any more.

It has neither heart nor soul." And she hid her face behind the streaming hair.
"You will trust me, then ?" I asked, for I had little knowledge of women.

"You will go with me ?" She flung the clinging locks back from her eyes, with an odd, imperious gesture which I thought most becoming, holding them in place with one hand, while extending the other frankly toward me.
"Go with you?
Yes," she replied, unhesitatingly.

"I have known many men such as you are, men of the border, and have always felt free to trust them; they are far more true to helpless womanhood than many a perfumed cavalier.

You have a face that speaks of honor and manliness.
Yes, I will go with you gladly." I was deeply impressed by her sudden calmness, her rapid repression of that strange wildness of demeanor that had at first so marked her words and manner.