Wonderful as a fragile flower she stood there with her
eyes upon him, her splendid courage and her faith in him flaming
within her like a fire.
And then he heard Anderson's voice:
"They're behind the ridge. We got eight of them."
In half a dozen places Philip had seen where bullets had bored the
way through the cabin, and leaning his gun against the wall, he
sprang to Celie and almost carried her behind the bunk that was
built against the logs.
"You must stay here," he cried. "Do you understand! HERE!"
She nodded, and smiled. It was a wonderful smile--a flash of
tenderness telling him that she knew what he was saying, and that
she would obey him. She made no effort to detain him with her
hands, but in that moment--if life had been the forfeit--Philip
would have stolen the precious time in which to take her in his
arms. For a space he held her close to him, his lips crushed to
hers, and faced the wall again with the throb of her soft breast
still beating against his heart. He noticed Armin standing near
the door, his hand resting on a huge club which, in turn, rested
on the floor.
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