“Oh, it’s nothing!” he said; “and I’m all right now—or should be, if I could get my horse and mount it.”
“You sit down,” she said; “I’ll get your horse—just hold mine.”
She went off into the wood, and presently returned with his horse. He thanked her warmly and gratefully.
“Now,” he said, staring ruefully at the saddle, “the job will be to get up.”
She led the horse close to a fallen tree, and held out her hand to him.
“Put your hand on my shoulder,” she said, “and step on my knee.”
He blushed again at the mere idea of such a sacrilege.
“I couldn’t do it!” he said. “I’d rather stop here till I died!”
She looked at him with undisguised surprise.