"I hear nothing; do you?" I asked.
"No. I didn't expect to. I——" She stopped.
"You what?"
"I've seen nothing but the back of your head for two miles, I should think, at the least. And I thought perhaps the horse might need a rest."
It was a little act of coquetry after all.
"He must be a sorry beast if he tires in carrying such a burden," said I, smiling. "But we have come half the distance, I think. You haven't much farther to go. Aren't you tired?"
I was standing close to the saddle, and she looked down into my face without speaking for a while. Then she said:
"I was thinking—cousin."