“Donotsquanderyourstrength，“saidshe。
“Oh，Icouldputupaprettygoodfightnow！“Buthetotteredinshowingherhowstronghewas，andshetoldhimthat，afterall，hewasachildstill。
“Yes，“heslowlysaid，lookingafterherasshewenttobringhishorse，“thesamechildthatwantedtotouchthemoon，Iguess。“
Andduringtheslowclimbdownintothesaddlefromarocktowhichshehelpedhimhesaid，“Youhavegottobethemanallthroughthismess。“
Shesawhisteethclinchedandhisdroopingmusclescompelledbywill；andasherodeandshewalkedtolendhimsupport，leadingherhorsebyabackward-stretchedlefthand，shecountedoffthedistancetohimcontinually——theincreasinggain，thelesseningroad，thelandmarksnearinganddroppingbehind；herewasthetreewiththewasp-nestgone；nowtheburnedcabinwaspassed；