Baird was surprised at the intimacy the remark implied. Were both brothers in love with her? If one judged from appearances, Ann favored Edward.... Or was she simply a born coquette? She was certainly enough to turn any man's head, and an infatuation on Garvin's part was natural, he was that sort; but Edward Westmore? "I won't any more," Ann promised with pretty submission. Though he looked at Ann, Edward's next speech was directed to Baird. "I was at the club about an hour ago--I went by the Back Road and left some papers for you, Baird. You can look them over and bring them to Westmore this evening--that is if you thought of coming over." It was a reminder of Judith, though Baird knew Edward did not intend it as such; that would be too unlike him. "Yes, I am coming after dinner," Baird said gravely. Ann knew just what Edward intended; she saw it in his eyes--that he had left a book for her--and she answered his look. "There is the train," Edward said warningly. "Be careful, Ann." He brought his horse closer to her. "Keep your eye on the horse, Baird." Ann sat taut, reins well held, and her eyes watchful. The train had whistled at the junction, and the next moment it roared along below them, making the usual racket as it slowed up, and it was quite plain that Ann's horse was not trustworthy. He quivered, backed and plunged and showed all the signs of fright. "Don't touch him!" Ann said resolutely. "I can manage him." And to the horse, "You idiot, you! Sho, now, Billy--quiet, suh--quiet--" She handled him well, and without a particle of nervousness, though for a few moments it seemed likely that the buggy would be overturned; the animal backed perilously near the edge of the road. Edward kept near enough to draw Ann from danger if that should happen, and Baird watched for the runaway that was certain to follow if the buggy overturned. They were tense moments--until the train snorted its onward way around the curve and the horse gradually quieted. "All right, now," Baird said, "but the brute's not safe, Miss Ann--he's particularly stupid." Ann looked at Edward, her eyes blazing. "He needed the whip! I'd have given it to him--_hard_--but I was afraid I'd frighten you." Baird thought she looked rather like Garvin with that flame in her eyes; both her cool handling of the horse and her lift into excitement surprised him; it altered his opinion of Ann Penniman somewhat. Edward was a little gray about the lips. "Ann, promise me you will never drive that horse again." "I'm not afraid of him!" "Promise me," Edward repeated. Ann drew a long breath, then smiled. "Yes, I promise. I promised before."