THEY WHO PURSUED Selwyn's pony had rarely before found himself hustled along at the pace at which Sara drove him.

She let him take his time up the hills, knowing, as every good horse-woman knows, that if you press your horse against the hill, he will only flag the sooner and that you will lose more than you gain.

But down the hills and along the flat, Sara, with hands and whip, kept Toby going at an amazing pace.

Perhaps something of her own urgency communicated itself to the good-hearted beast, for he certainly made a great effort and brought her to Far End in a shorter time than she had deemed possible.
Exactly as she pulled him to a standstill, the front door opened and Garth himself appeared.

He had heard the unwonted sound of wheels on the drive, and now, as he recognized his late visitor, an expression of extreme surprise crossed his face.
"Miss Tennant!" he exclaimed in astonished tones.
"Yes.