“Yes, I ride,” Blue Bonnet answered; would the others see how she was trembling?
“Victor goes like the wind,” Debby said.
There was a moment’s silence. To Blue Bonnet, it seemed as if she had been standing there in wretched indecision for hours. And yet she knew it was only a moment before she heard herself saying quietly, “Of course, I’ll go, Sarah.”
Kitty and Debby went out with her to where Victor stood tied; he whinnied with pleasure at sight of them.
“You are sure you can ride him?” Debby asked. “He’s pretty wild.”
Blue Bonnet did not answer; she was stroking Victor’s head with fingers that would tremble.
“Isn’t it good you’re not afraid?” Kitty said excitedly. “I’d be frightened to death.”
“Afraid!” Blue Bonnet wondered if anyone had ever known what fear was—as she knew it at that moment. “How shall I get to Nesbit’s?” she asked.
And Kitty told her.
Then came Victor’s share in the discussion. Would he let her mount?