He little knew the strength of his arms as he held her. “Frale! I am like to perish, you are hurting me so.”

He loosed her and she sank, a weary, frightened heap, at his feet. Then very tenderly he gathered her in his arms and carried her to the great flat rock and placed her on the old coat she had brought him.

“You know I wouldn’t hurt you fer the hull world, Cass.” He knelt beside her, and throwing his arms across her lap buried his face in her dress, still trembling with his unmastered emotion. She thought him sobbing.

“Can you give me your promise now, Cass?”

“Now? Now, Frale, your hands are blood-guilty,” she said, slowly and hopelessly.