He was in the act of lifting a girl down from her horse; doubtless it was her scream that I heard.

She looked like a small farmer's or a peasant's daughter, and she carried a basket on her arm.

Probably she was on her way to the early market at Zenda.

Her horse was a stout, well shaped animal.

Master Rupert lifted her down amid her shrieks--the sight of him frightened her; but he treated her gently, laughed, kissed her, and gave her money.