"I call myself yours, too," he made answer doggedly.

"Then go. Go this instant. You'll go, anyway; but if you're my friend,
you'll go gladly, and bring help to save us both."

"I wisht I knew what to do," he groaned.

Her palms fastened on his shoulders. She was a creature transformed.
Such bravery, such feminine ferocity, such a burning passion of the
spirit, was altogether outside of his experience of her or any other
woman. He could no more resist her than he could fly to the top of
Bald Knob.

"I'll go, Arlie."

"And bring help soon. Get Doc Lee here soon as you can. Leave word for
armed men to follow. Don't wait for them."

"No."

"Take his Teddy horse. It can cover ground faster than yours,"

"Yes."

With plain misgivings, he left her, and presently she heard the sound
of his galloping horse. It seemed to her for a moment as if she must
call him back, but she strangled the cry in her throat. She locked the
door and bolted it, then turned back to the bed, upon which the
wounded man was beginning to moan in his delirium.