How pretty she was as she came tripping through the woods. It seemed to Bart that she had never looked more beautiful.
She trusted Merriwell, and Merriwell was deceiving her! Again his heart seethed with indignation, and just then he felt that he longed to stand face to face with Frank and say a few things.
In the eyes of Bart Hodge, Elsie was the most beautiful girl in the world. In her he saw all that was sweet and good and true. He wondered how it was possible for Frank to care more for dark-eyed Inza than for golden-haired Elsie.
“The horses ran away?” exclaimed the “strong man,” with evident alarm and annoyance. “And James fell off? Well, James shall be discharged at once.”
“Oh, he was not to blame! He was not strong enough to hold them when they became frightened.”
“Not strong enough? Then he is not fit for the place. No man has a right to be weak. Strength should be sought by all. But I hope, Miss Bellwood, that the runaway did not result in a disaster?”
“Fortunately not, doctor. The horses were stopped.”
“Good—very good! Who did it?”
“A policeman tried to stop them first.”