Ruth and I walked to a turn at the bottom of the long hill down which
our runaway steeds had sped. At this point we had an extended view of
the road as it wound along the mountain-side, but we could see no
signs of our horses nor of any living thing. I did not, in fact,
expect to see our team, for it would be foolish in the driver to come
back until he was prepared to do something for us, and even if he had
succeeded in controlling the runaway beasts, the quicker he got down
the mountain the better.
By the time we had returned we had taken quite a long walk, but we
were glad of it, for the exercise tranquilized us both. On our way
back we noticed that a road which seemed to come up from below us
joined the one we were on a short distance from the place where our
accident occurred. This, probably, was the lower road which had been
spoken of when we changed horses.
We found Mr. Enderton standing by himself. His face was of the hue of
wood ashes, his expression haggard. He reminded me of a man who had
fallen from a considerable height, and who had been frightened and
stupefied by the shock. I comprehended the situation without
difficulty, and felt quite sure that had he had the choice he would
have much preferred a thrashing to the plain talk he had heard from
Mrs. Lecks.
"What is the matter, father?" exclaimed Ruth. "Were you hurt?"
Mr. Enderton looked in a dazed way at his daughter, and it was some
moments before he appeared to have heard what she said. Then he
answered abruptly: "Hurt? Oh, no! I am not hurt in the least. I was
just thinking of something. I shall walk on to the village or town,
whichever it is, to which that man was taking us. It cannot be more
than seven or eight miles away, if that. The road is down-hill, and I
can easily reach the place before nightfall. I will then personally
attend to your rescue, and will see that a vehicle is immediately sent
to you. There is no trusting these ignorant drivers. No," he
continued, deprecatingly raising his hand, "do not attempt to dissuade
me. Your safety and that of others is always my first care. Exertion
is nothing."
Without further words, and paying no attention to the remonstrances of
his daughter, he strode off down the road.
I was very glad to see him go. At any time his presence was
undesirable to me, and under the present circumstances it would be
more objectionable than ever. He was a good walker, and there was no
doubt he would easily reach the station, where he might possibly be of
some use to us.
Mrs. Lecks was sitting on a stone by the roadside. Her face was still
stern and rigid, but there was an expression of satisfaction upon it
which had not been there when I left her. Ruth went to the coach to
get a shawl, and I said to Mrs. Lecks:
"I suppose you had your talk with Mr. Enderton?"
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