She had half a notion to leap from the iron seat, and trust to falling on the soft earth. But she feared she might become entangled in the reins, or that she would slip, and fall under the flying feet of the horses, or even on the clattering set of knives. And of these last she well knew the danger, for Sandy had warned her of them. So she decided she would keep her seat as long as she could. Sandy was racing up behind her. Above the thud of the horses' hoofs, and the shrill sound of the clicking knives, Alice could hear him coming on, trying to save her. And how she prayed that he would be in time. The mowing machine was opposite Ruth now, who had stepped back out of the way of harm. And as Alice passed her sister in the machine the latter cried: "Oh, Alice! If you should be hurt!" There was the sound of tears in her voice. Alice did not answer. She had all she could do to look after the plunging horses. Sandy was not at such a disadvantage in his race as at first it would seem. He was light on his feet, and a good runner, though much tramping over plowed fields and rough hills had given him a rather clumsy gait in walking. But the horses were not built for racing, either, and they were dragging a heavy machine on soft ground. The iron wheels of the reaper were made with projections, to enable them to bite deeper into the earth, and thus turn the gears that operated the knives. And these iron wheels were a heavy drag. So it is not surprising that, after a comparatively short run, the horses slackened their pace. "Sit down! I'm comin'!" cried Sandy, and now Alice could hear him panting behind her. In another instant she felt a jar on the machine, and then someone reached over her shoulder, and took the reins from her hands. "I'll pull 'em down!" cried Sandy, balancing himself on a part of the machine, back of the seat on which Alice was riding. The young farmer sawed hard on the lines and this, added to the fact that they had had enough of the hard run, caused the animals to slacken speed. They slowed down to a trot, and then to a walk, finally coming to a halt. And just in time, too, for right in front of them was a big stone fence, into which they might have crashed. "Oh! Oh dear!" gasped Alice. "I--I think I'm going to faint!" "Don't! Please don't, Miss!" begged Sandy, more frightened at that prospect, evidently, than he had been at the runaway. "I--I don't know what to do when ladies faint. Really I don't I--I never saw one faint, Miss. Please don't!" "All right--then I won't," laughed Alice, by an effort conquering her inclination. But she felt a great weakness, now that the strain was over, and she trembled as Sandy helped her down from the machine. In another moment Ruth and the others came up, and Ruth clasped her sister in her arms. "You poor dear!" she whispered. "Oh, I'm all right now," said Alice, bravely. "Perhaps there wasn't as much danger as I imagined." "There was a plenty," spoke Sandy, grimly.