It did not require a second glance to tell him who the rider was; he could not be mistaken in that slim, proud figure.

Without a moment's hesitation he turned his horse's head and rode rapidly toward her.

She had left the road to ride out upon the crest of the green knob.

Chase was in the mood to curse her temerity.
As he came up over the slope, she turned in the saddle to watch his approach.

He had time to see that two grooms from the stables were in the road below her.