The girl rose slowly to her feet. Her hat was muddy and battered, and she looked before her foolishly and with dazed eyes.
Silver had galloped up and was on his feet in a minute at her side.
"Are you hurt?" he asked anxiously.
"I'm all right," she replied sleepily.
Joses was peering over the hedge. It was difficult to say what was in those shining eyes of his.
"Nasty shy," he said.
Silver looked up.
"I'm coming round to you in a minute, my friend," he said deeply.
Joses's face darkened.
"Why, you don't think it was deliberate?" he cackled.