"All right," said Susie.

It was really all wrong, but she had forgotten her promises, her
resolutions, her boasted courage. At the first demand of the enemy she
laid down her weapons and surrendered the fort, and in another moment
she too was flying bare-footed over the rocks, with Dick stumbling
laboriously after her.

"Susie"--his shrill, faint voice pursued her--"Susie, my shoes is wet;
come back!"

"Come on," cried Susie.

"My feet is tired. Susie, _it's Dick_."

But Susie was far ahead.

"Susie!" he called again.

Wet and miserable, he sat stolidly down upon a rock.

"If Susie leaves me I shall _weep_," he said out loud.




CHAPTER VIII.