"Then as I did hold on, it was merely prudent to try to steer the sledge." "Oh, yes," Thorn agreed.

"But the important thing is you saw this and didn't lose your nerve.

Anyhow, if you had lost it, I couldn't have blamed you; I blame myself for my confounded thoughtlessness that let you run the risk.

In fact, I'm dreadfully sorry and don't mind owning that I got a fright." Grace noted that he was rather shaken, and felt vaguely disturbed.

She had seen him following the foxhounds among the crags, for they hunt on foot in the rugged dales, and knew his steadiness and pluck.