“I think I can walk ten miles,” she declared readily.
“There is no need. It is a rough, hilly road; and there is a man at the other end of the village from whom I can buy a horse without any chance of rousing suspicions.”
“It would not be more hilly for me than for you, would it?”
“I think you had better have the horse.”
“Then I will say no more,” she agreed. “I am afraid my disguise is not much more successful than yours,” she added, as we walked on.
“It might have been awkward if neither had recognized the other, mightn’t it?”
“I hadn’t thought of that.”
“You would have to hide your face, if you don’t want to be known.”
“I expect I look an awful fright.”
“The more disguised you are the better,” said I. She laughed. “It is good to hear you laugh in the midst of all—this uncertainty.”