“Rather queer,” remarked Sim as they made the last turn before reaching the road that ran past the Hall.
“What?” asked Arden.
“Dick getting hurt that way. I mean he’s such a good rider, you would think he might have ducked the branch that hit him.”
“You can’t tell what a horse will do,” declared Arden. “What, just, did you mean?”
“Well,” Sim went on, slowing down to avoid some ruts, “I was thinking it would be queer if Dick had been around the old Hall when Jim was hurt and maybe he got hurt the same way—or something like it.”
“But Dick wasn’t there. He was off with an old gentleman going for a ride.”
“Yes, I suppose so. Well, it was only a notion. But there are enough queer things happening—this would only be one of them. Betty was there at the house, you know.”
“But I’m sure Dick wasn’t. Look, there are Terry and Dot waiting for us.”
They saw the two girls walking up and down in front of the Hall. The afternoon was fast passing. They had spent more time than they realized.
“So you finished your visit with Granny?” asked Sim.