The whole mass quaked and
trembled, and the very hillside shuddered beneath them.
She looked up and saw the coming ruin; but her cry was for him, not
herself.
"Run, Pierre--you can save yourself."
With that terror threatening him from above, he rose and started to
run down the hill. A moan of woe followed him, and he stopped and
turned back, and fought his way through the wind until he was beside
her once more.
She was weeping.
"Pierre--I couldn't help calling out for you; but now I'm strong
again, and I won't have you stay. The whole mountain is shaking and
falling toward us. Go now, Pierre, and I'll never make a sound to
bring you back."
He said: "Hush! I've something here which will keep us both safe.
Look!"
He tore from the chain the little metal cross, and held it high
overhead, glimmering in the pallid light. She forgot her fear
in wonder.
"I gambled with only one coin to lose, and I came out tonight with
hundreds and hundreds of dollars because I had the cross. It is a
charm against all danger and against all bad fortune.
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