Without a groan it keeled over, dead before
it reached the ground.
Alice leaned against the iron support of the windmill. She was so
white that the man expected her to sink down. One glance showed
him other cattle pawing the ground angrily.
"Come!" he ordered, and, putting an arm round her waist, he ran
with her to the gate. Yet a moment, and they were through in
safety.
She leaned against him helpless for an instant before she had
strength to disengage herself. "Thank you. I'm all right now."
"I thought you were going to faint," he explained.
She nodded. "I nearly did."
His face was colorless. "You saved my life."
"Then we're quits, for you saved mine," she answered, with a
shaken attempt at a smile.
He shook his head. "That's not the same at all. I had to do
that, and there was no risk to it. But you chose to save me, to
risk your life for mine."
She saw that he was greatly moved, and that his emotion had swept
away the effects of the liquid as a fresh breeze does a fog.
"I didn't know I was risking my life. I saw you didn't see."
"I didn't think there was a woman alive had the pluck to do
it--and for me, your enemy.
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