They shall! If I choose to see you--Look out!" She was close to the overhanging edge of the bluff and the sod upon which she stood was bending beneath her feet.

He sprang forward, caught her about the waist, and pulled her back.

The sod broke and rattled down the sandy slope.

She would have had a slight tumble, nothing worse, had she gone with it.

There was no danger; and yet the minister was very white as he released her.
She, too, was pale for a moment, and then crimson.
"Thank you," she gasped.