They were headed directly away from home.
The cheeks of Miss Allen were wet while she shouted and called and waved her hands.

He was alive, anyway.

Oh, if his mother could only be told that he was alive! Oh, why weren't there telephones or something where they were needed! If his poor mother could see him! Miss Allen called again, and the Kid heard her.

She was sure that he heard her, because he stopped--that pitiful, tiny speck down there on the horse!--and she thought he looked up at her.

Yes, she was sure he heard her, and that finally he saw her; because he took off his hat and waved it over his head--just like a man, the poor baby! Miss Allen considered going straight down to him, and then walking around to where her horse was tied.