formed his companion that they would better go straight ahead.
"I know there's no bog worth speaking of—the Hause is a regular tourist track."
He stopped and stripped off his jacket.
"First of all, you must put this on; I'm sorry I didn't think of it before."
Evelyn demurred, and Vane rolled up the jacket.
"You have to choose between doing what I ask and watching me pitch it into the beck. I'm a rather determined person. It would be a pity to throw the thing away, particularly as the rain hasn't got through it yet."
She yielded, and he held the jacket while she put it on.
"There's another thing," he added. "I'm going to carry you for the next hundred yards, or possibly farther."
"No," replied Evelyn firmly. "On that point, my determination is as strong as yours."
Vane made a sign of acquiescence.
"You may have your way for a minute; I expect that will be long enough."
He was correct. Evelyn moved forward a pace or two, and then stopped with the skirt she had gathered up brushing the quivering emerald moss, and her boots, which were high ones, hidden in the mire. She had some difficulty in pulling them out. Then Vane coolly picked her up.
"All you have to do is to keep still for the next few minutes," he informed her in a most matter-of-fact voice.
Evelyn did not move, though she recognized that
