"We have till half past, you know. Keep up your pluck, Ted. We're all right. Let's ride a little faster."
Half-way down the next hill, there came a clatter and a bump, followed by a little moan from Theodora. Hubert sprang to the ground and ran to her side.
"I slipped in the sand and had a fall, a bad one. I've done something to my ankle."
"Is it sprained?"
"I'm afraid so."
Leaning heavily on his arm, she scrambled to her feet.
"What is it, Ted? Shall we go back?"
She shut her teeth for a moment.
"No; what's the use?"
"Sha'n't I go for somebody?"