The voice came to him again, closer this time, and in spite of the distance clear as a bell. It was surely that of a white woman in trouble. Still he did not answer as he crept forward up the stream.
Then he caught sight of her--a girl, slim and young, stumbling forward through the grass, exhaustion showing in every line of the body.
She stretched out her hands to him across the space between, with a little despairing cry.