Mr. Kilday. All I ask is that he will meet me as soon as we get back to town."
"I can't go b-back on the train!" cried Annette, with a glance at her bags and boxes. "Every one would suspect something if I did. Oh, why d-did I come?"
"My buggy is at your disposal," said Carter; "perhaps your disinterested friend, Mr. Kilday, could be persuaded to drive you back."
"But, Carter," cried Annette, in quick dismay, "you must come, too. I'll bring dad r-round; I always do. Then we can be married at home, and I can have a veil and a r-ring and presents."
She smiled at him coaxingly, but he folded his arms and scowled.
"You go with me to the city, or you go back to Clayton with him. You have just three minutes to make up your mind."
Sandy saw her waver. The first minute she looked at him, the second at Carter. He took no chances on the third. With a quick
bound, he was in the buggy and turning the horse homeward.