Jumping quickly from the damaged buggy, unmindful of the horse, Shirley turned and hurried in the direction from which she had come. Twice she called and received no response. The third time she thought she heard Mabel.
“Here I am,” screamed Mabel, trying to make herself heard above the howling wind.
A moment later they found each other.
“Are you much hurt?” Shirley asked her friend anxiously.
“No,” said Mabel. “I am pretty well shaken up, but I am all right. And you?”
“Perfectly safe,” replied Shirley. “The question now is what to do.”
Still the rain held off, only a few drops falling occasionally but the wind blew violently.
“We had better climb up on Cato and ride home that way,” said Mabel. (Cato was their horse.)
“A good idea,” spoke Shirley. “Come!”
She led the way to where she thought Cato would be standing, but she could not find him.