Hazel found a place some distance down the course where she could look along the straight to the winning-post; she loved to hear them thunder past. She leaned over the rail and watched them come, still fatalistic, but gallant, bent on a dramatic finish, stooping and 'cutting' their horses. The first man was on her side of the course. She stared at him in amazed consternation as he came towards her. His strong blue eyes, caught by the fixity of her glance or by her bright hair, saw her, and became triumphant. He pulled the horse in sharply, and within a few yards of the winning-post wheeled and went back, amid the jeers and howls of the crowd, who thought he must be drunk. 'You've given me a long enough chase,' he said, leaning towards her. 'Where the devil _do_ you live?' 'Oh, dunna stop! He's coming.' 'Who?' 'Mr. Marston, the minister.' 'What do I care if he's a dozen ministers?' 'But he'll be angered.' 'I'll make his nose bleed if he's got such cheek.' 'Oh, he's coming, Mr. Reddin! I mun go.' She turned away. Reddin followed. 'Why should he be angry?' 'Because we're going to be wed to-morrow' Reddin whistled. 'And Foxy's coming, and all of 'em. And there's a clock as tick-tacks ever so sleepy, and a sleepy old lady, and Ed'ard's bought me a box full of clothes.' 'I gave you a box full too,' he said with a note of pleading. 'You little runaway!' Hazel was annoyed because he disturbed her so. She wanted to get rid of him, and she desired to exercise her power. So she looked up and said impishly: 'Yours were old 'uns. His be new--new as morning.' He was too angry to swear. 'You've got to come and talk to me while they're dancing to-night,' he said. 'I wunna.' 'You must. If you don't, I'll tell the parson you stopped the night at Undern. Surely you know that he wouldn't marry you then?' He was bluffing. He knew Vessons would tell Marston the truth if he spoke. But it served his turn. 'You wouldna!' she pleaded. He laughed. 'A'right, then,' she said, 'if you wunna tell 'un.' 'Will he stay for the dancing?' 'No. I mun go along of him.' 'You know better.' He turned away sharply as Edward came up. He knew him for the minister he had met near the Callow. Edward was tying up some daffodils for Hazel, and did not see Reddin. Scarlet braces, a fatalist no more, came trotting up. 'What went wrong?' he asked with thinly veiled triumph. 'Everything,' snapped Reddin, and calling Vessons, he went off to the beer-tent to wait till the dancing began. 'These are for your room, Hazel,' Edward was saying, 'because the time of the singing of birds is come.' He was thinking that God was indeed leading him forth by the waters of comfort. Hazel said nothing. She was wondering what excuse she could make for staying. 'Don't frown, little one. There are no more worries for you now.' 'Binna there?' 'No. You are coming to God's Little Mountain. What harm can come there? Now look up and smile, Hazel.'