The fire if not checked would spread rapidly, would chase her down the mountain.

But that she could escape it she thought was probable, if not sure.

And life was so sweet, so dear.

And her mother--poor mother, waiting at home, and looking and longing for her! Gypsy gave a great gulp; there was such a pain in her throat it seemed as if it would strangle her.

But should she leave Joy, crippled and helpless, to die alone in this horrible place?
Should she do it?
No, it was through her careless fault that they had been brought into it.