She began to pant. He stooped and raised her. She clung to him with all her waning strength. "Stumpy! Stumpy! You will help me--through the night?"
"My darling, yes," he said.
She clung to him still. "It won't be--good-bye," she urged softly. "You will be coming too--very soon."
"God grant it!" he said, under his breath.
Her look dwelt upon him. Again faintly she smiled. "Ah, Stumpy," she said, "but you are going to be very happy first, my dear,--my dear."