"Thought I had run away with the horse, did you? Well, we had a hard
chase, but found her at last, with the wagon all smashed to bits. We
tried to lead the horse behind the car, but couldn't get her anywhere
near it, so I had to foot it the whole way."
"Miss Arabella will be glad to see you, sir."
"Will she, eh? I suppose there'll be the Old Harry to pay. You said
something about her tongue, didn't you? I expect to know more of it
shortly."
"Oh, she won't scold you, sir. She thinks a lot of you."
"Of me?"
"Yes, sir. She thinks you are great. I really believe she is in love
with you, that's all."
"Whew!" and the man whistled softly, while an amused light shone in his
eyes. "Did she send you after me?" he inquired.
"I promised, sir, that I wouldn't tell."
"Oh, I see," and the man relapsed into silence. A picture of Miss
Arabella's angular figure, thin face, and long sharp nose rose before
him. And to think that she was in love with him! It was almost too
good to be true, and he longed to laugh outright. What a story he
would have to relate when he got home.
Miss Arabella was lying just where Rod had left her when John Markham
and the boy entered. She gave a little squeak of joy when the stranger
stepped to her side.
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