In his excitement he did not notice that the girl was not listening, that she was very pale, that she was breathing quickly, and trembling.
“I’ll go tell them,” he added, “that the other one they want is up here.”
Miss Farrar’s strength instantly returned.
With a look of terror at the now groaning figure on the floor, she sprang toward Lathrop, with both hands clutching him by his sleeves.
“You will NOT!” she commanded. “You will not leave me alone!”
Appealingly she raised her face to his startled countenance. With a burst of tears she threw herself into his arms. “I’m afraid!” she sobbed. “Don’t leave me. Please, no matter what I say, never leave me again!”
Between bewilderment and joy, the face of Lathrop was unrecognizable. As her words reached him, as he felt the touch of her body in his arms, and her warm, wet cheek against his own, he drew a deep sigh of content, and then, fearfully and tenderly, held her close.
After a pause, in which peace came to all the world, he raised his head.
“Don’t worry!” he said. “You can BET I won’t leave you!”
End of Project Gutenberg’s Peace Manoeuvres, by Richard Harding Davis