Look at him! Oh, he's coming toward me! Don't come down!" she
shrieked. "I'll come up!"
Grasping her skirts with one hand she started frantically up the ladder,
her terrified eyes looking into the face of the man above. There was a
vicious snarl from the dog, a savage lunge, and then something closed
over her arm like a vice. She felt herself being jerked upward and a
second later she was on the beam beside the flushed young man whose
strong hand and not the dog's jaws had reached her first. He was obliged
to support her for a few minutes with one of his emphatic arms, so near
was she to fainting.
"Oh," she gasped at last, looking into his eyes questioningly. "Did he
bite me? I was not sure, you know. He gave such an awful leap for me.
How did you do it?"
"A simple twist of the wrist, as the prestidigitators say. You had a
close call, my dear Mrs. Delancy." He was a-quiver with new sensations
that were sending his spirits sky high. After all it was not turning out
so badly.
"He would have dragged me down had it not been for you.
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