"You've saved my life, Ingred!" gasped Bess, as they went along.
"No, I haven't!" choked Ingred. "At least, it was my fault you ever went into the field at all. Miss Strong told me to tell you the horse was savage, and you were such a long way off picking cowslips that I didn't trouble to go after you. I trusted to Verity telling you."
"Verity ran the other way with Kitty."
"I know. Well, at any rate, it was my fault and I'm ready to take the blame. Precious row I shall get into with the Snark!"
"Why should we say anything about it?"
"Not say anything?"
"There's really no need. It's over and done with now. I don't want to get you into a scrape. I vote we just keep it to ourselves."
Ingred paused, with her hand on the gate, and gazed with unaffected astonishment at her companion.
"Bess Haselford, you're the biggest trump I've ever met! It's only one girl in a thousand who'd want to cover up a thing like that. Most people would make such a tale of it, and pose as an injured martyr whom I'd nearly murdered. I'm sure Francie would, or even Verity."
"You put yourself into danger to come and warn me!"