"Not I--but a poor, poor man I found lying on the edge of the cliff.

I could not help him much, I did not care to leave him.

No one WOULD come! I have been with him alone, all the morning! Come quick, he may be dying." He passed his arm around her waist unconsciously; she permitted it as unconsciously, as he half supported her figure while they hurried forward.
"He had been crushed by something, and was just hanging over the ledge, and could not move nor speak," she went on quickly.

"I dragged him away to a tree, it took me hours to move him, he was so heavy,--and I got him some water from the stream and bathed his face, and blooded all my sleeve." "But what were you doing here ?" he asked quickly.
A faint blush crossed the pallor of her delicate cheek.

She looked away quickly.