It is only a little farther now." What a pleasant voice he had! Every atom of pride and protection in his soul was enlisted.
When they reached the road, the young lady wanted Gordon to go off and procure a vehicle at the hotel.

But he said he could not leave her alone by the roadside; he would carry her on to a house only a little way around the bend.
"Why, I can carry a sack of salt," he said, with boyish pride, standing before her very straight and looking down on her with frank eyes.
Her eyes flashed in dudgeon over the comparison.
"A girl is very different from a sack of salt." "Not always--Lot's wife, for instance.

If you keep on looking back, you don't know what may happen to you.

Come on." Just then a vehicle rapidly driven was heard in the distance, and the next moment it appeared in sight.
"There comes mamma now," said the girl, waving to the lady in it.
Mrs.Yorke sprang from the carriage as soon as it drew up.

She was a handsome woman of middle age and was richly dressed.