But as they stood so, a figure came toward them, over the high water-bar below which they had stopped.
"For God's sake, is anybody hurt?" asked a strange, hoarse voice with a tremble in it.
"Nobody!"
"O, are you the driver? I thought you must be killed! How thankful!"—And Sylvie sobbed on Rodney's shoulder.
"Can I help you?" asked the man.
"No, look after your horses." And the man went on, down into the dust, where the wreck was.
"We'll go, and send help to you," shouted Rodney.
Then he backed the gray horse carefully out upon the road again.
"Will you dare get in?" he asked of Sylvie.
"I do not think we had better. How can we tell how it is down there? We may not be able to pass."