As he lay there, helpless, between sod and sky, with her sympathetic voice in his ears, her sweet anxious face bent over his, he made up his mind, that if he lived, he would like to marry Betty Redmond. This was a curious coincidence, for George Holroyd, as he walked home beside her, that grey wintry afternoon, four long miles through muddy roads and lanes, with “Clancy’s” bridle over his arm, had almost come to the same conclusion. At any rate, he told himself that she was the prettiest, pluckiest, and nicest girl it had ever been his luck to know. However an immediate visit to the other side of the county, drew him away from Betty’s unexpected fascinations--and they did not meet again for many weeks. END OF VOL. I. PRINTED BY KELLY AND CO., MIDDLE MILL, KINGSTON-ON-THAMES; AND GATE STREET, LINCOLN’S INN FIELDS, W.C. Transcriber’s Notes Minor punctuation errors have been fixed. Page 12: “agreeable aquaintances” changed to “agreeable acquaintances”