She was followed by Hornsby.

"Just a minit, Miss," he expostulated, half shamedly, half brusquely, "ye don't onderstand me.

I only"-- But Miss Porter had jumped into the coach.
Hornsby placed his hand on the handle of the door.

Miss Porter grasped it firmly from the inside.

There was a slight struggle.
All of which was part of a dream to the boyish Cass.