She waited and presently he rode up to her.
"Come back with me," she invited after acknowledging his greeting.
"I was going over to see Miss Welland."
"Wait until to-morrow. She is resting."
A shade of disappointment crossed his face. "All right," he agreed. "I
wanted to tell her that her messages got off all right."
"I'll tell her when I go back."
"That'll be just as well," he answered reluctantly. "How is she
feeling?"
"Exhausted. She's been under severe strain."
"Oughtn't she to have a doctor? I could ride--"
"She won't listen to it. And I think her head is all right now. But she
ought to have complete rest for several days."
"Well, I'm likely to be busy enough," he said simply. "The schedule is
all shot to pieces, and, unless this rain lets up, we'll have more track
out. What do you think of it?"
Miss Van Arsdale looked up through the thrashing pines to the rush of
the gray-black clouds. "I think we're in for a siege of it," was her
pronouncement.
They rode along single file in the narrow trail until they emerged into
the open. Then Banneker's horse moved forward, neck and neck with the
other. Miss Van Arsdale reined down her uneasy roan.
"Ban."
"Yes?"
"Have you ever seen anything like her before?"
"Only on the stage.
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