Anyhow, I knew we agreed it was never to be worked for nothing, so thought the best thing I could do was to call in the mare, and see if I could find out anything then.

When I got alongside, I could see that Miss Falkland's face was that white that something must be up.

It weren't the mare she was afraid of.

She was coming back to her.

It took something to frighten her, I knew.