Fanny, with Norman pushing behind, soon dragged the carriage up the hill. He then declared that he was tired, and getting in told her to move on. As the ground was tolerably smooth, she was able to do so at a speed which satisfied the young gentleman. "Capital," he cried out, flourishing his stick, "my horse draws fast, go on, go on; now see if you can't gallop." Fanny exerted herself to the utmost, and the air being pure and fresh she felt in good spirits. The ground after some time became rather rougher, but Norman did not mind the bumping and thumping of the carriage, though it was much harder work for Fanny. She at last began to go slower. "Can't you keep it up," he cried out. "If you do not! Remember I have got my stick!" "You must also remember how I treated you the last time," said Fanny, "and if you use your stick as you did then, I will leave you in the carriage and run away." "You had better not," said Norman. "You promised to take care of me. Mamma will be angry if you leave me on the moor all alone by myself." "Very well, do not beat me with your stick, and I will drag you on as fast as I can," said Fanny. Norman remembering that Fanny had broken his stick before, thought it would be wise not to tempt her to do so again, and therefore, though he continued to flourish it, and now and then to touch her frock, he did not venture to beat her. Fanny went on contentedly, sometimes turning round to speak to him and sometimes stopping to rest. As the ground looked smoother to the right, Fanny turned off from the main track and went towards a clump of trees which she saw in the distance, knowing that it would serve as a guide to her and believing she could easily find her way back again. On and on they went--Norman was delighted. "This is great fun; I wonder where we shall get to at last," he said, when Fanny again stopped to rest. "I think it will be soon time, however, to go back again," she observed, "for though Mr Maclean told us we could come to no harm on the moor, we might lose our way if we went very far." Norman urged her to go on. "I see a cottage a little way off between the trees, let us go as far as that, and then we can turn back," he said. Fanny wished to please him and though she already felt a little tired, she thought there would be no difficulty in reaching the cottage, and that she would like to talk to the people who lived in it. At length, however, the ground became rougher than ever, and they soon came to a shallow burn or stream which made its way from the higher part of the moor, and went winding along till it fell into the loch below. "I am afraid we must turn back now at all events," she said, "I shall never be able to drag the carriage over this rough ground and across the stream, so we must go back and give up visiting the cottage."