But if you keep me
waiting any longer I won't go one step."
"Well, it's on that shelf over there. Take it, and hurry."
Rod wasted no time. He sprang for the key, seized it, and darted out
of the room. Over the field he sped as fast as his nimble feet would
carry him, and never paused until he had handed it to the anxiously
waiting clergyman.
Having performed this task, Rod turned his attention to Miss Arabella's
"man." The wedding was of little interest to him, so he strolled down
the road with not the least idea how he was going to bring back that
man with the "splendid blue eyes." With hands thrust deep into his
pockets he walked along whistling a merry tune. His mind was really
upon Whyn, and the book he had left at the Anchorage. He would much
rather have gone back there, but he knew that he must do his duty to
the love-sick woman first.
He had not gone very far ere he saw a man coming toward him, leading a
horse, which he knew to be the one which had run away. He recognised
the man, and he was overjoyed at seeing him.
"Hello! Have you come to give a hand?" the man accosted as he drew
near.
"Yes, sir. I was looking for you," Rod replied, as he walked along by
the man's side.
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