Coming back Betty pulled him into a walk.

Presently her musings were interrupted by a sharp switch in the face from a twig of a tree.

She stopped the pony and broke off the offending branch.

As she looked around the recollection of what had happened to her in that very spot flashed into her mind.

It was here that she had been stopped by the man who had passed almost as swiftly out of her life as he had crossed her path that memorable afternoon.