"I want to carry the fish," said she.

"Let me, please.

I want to do something." He passed the basket strap over her shoulder for her, Tim following on behind, panting, as guardian of the spoils.

"You're a good sport," said Major Barnes.

"One of the best I ever saw, and I saw a lot of them over there." She was stumbling forward through the sage as best she might, tripping here and there, sweeping her skirts now and again from the ragged branches which caught against them.