Telling the time by the sun, she dismounted at noon and in the shade of a wild plum thicket, ate her luncheon, while the mare cropped the sweet road-side grass. But it was not intended that her journey should be without event. Along toward four o'clock she came to a bridge across a small stream. The planks were worn with heavy hauling--the whole thing dangerous, and into a hole the mare's foot sank. She floundered, fell, and when Margaret, unhurt, arose out of the dust, she saw with horror that the poor creature's leg was broken. The mare floundered to the road-side and then in misery sank upon the ground. "Poor old friend," said the woman, with sorrow in her voice, tears streaming from her eyes, but in her hand was the pistol. "Good-bye, an' don't hold this ag'in me fur it's all I can do." Close to the horse's head she held the barrel of the pistol--fired, and without looking, resumed on foot her solitary way. A few miles further on she halted at a tavern, hoping that by spending the night, morning might bring along a friendly wagon, going her road; and she waited until the sun was high, and then set out on foot. But along toward ten o'clock she was overtaken by a huckster in a cart. She asked him to let her ride and he drew up, but looked suspiciously at her. "I asked you to let me ride, if you please. I had to kill my po' mare 'way back yander--broke her leg in a bridge." "What sort of a mare?" "Gray--one of the best old nags I ever saw." "Well, where air you goin'?" "To Nashville. Will you let me ride?" "Got business down there, I take it." "Yes, or I wouldn't want to go." "I don't know about that. Women folks goes a good many places where they hain't got no business. Ain't a runnin' away from yo' old man, air you?" "No, I'm goin' to him." "Huh, he run away frum you. Is that it?" "No, they tuck him away. Air you goin' to let me ride?" "Tuck him away for what?" "They have accused him of makin' wild-cat licker." "Here, give me yo' hand an' I'll help you up. Wait, I'll make the seat soft with this coat. Now we're all right. An' I've got a baked turkey leg an' some mighty fine blackberry cordial--your'n." She thanked him, and when she had eaten and drunk, he began to apologize for his slowness in permitting her to ride with him.