Then he called to the coachman:
"Can you tell us the nearest post town? We want horses or something."
"I'm going that way, sir," said the man. "My young fellow will take your horses on, and you can get inside."
Fitz, without giving Ethel time to consent, hurried her in and jumped in himself.
"Drive on, my man," he said. "We are in a hurry."
"Fitz," said Ethel, who had been looking out of the window, "do you know anything of this man? He is taking the horses in another direction."
"No," said Fitz, but was spared any other falsehoods by the approach of another carriage which pulled up, as did theirs.
The door of the other carriage opened, and there ran across the road a slim young lady who rushed toward Ethel.
"Mary!" exclaimed Ethel.