However, after some persuasion, the blacks started on again as suddenly as they had stopped, for wonderful are the ways of balky horses. But the increasing darkness brought new terror; black clouds settled down over the earth and the narrow, winding road grew invisible before them. After several more miles a flash of lightning and a peal of thunder startled the party, the leaders veered round again, jumping violently, and carrying the wagon perilously near the gully. William Mount and Walter Hart sprang to the horses' heads, while the ladies screamed in concert. Aunt Faith was an arrant coward where riding was concerned. "I would rather get out and walk all the way home than sit in this wagon a moment longer," she said, earnestly.
"Take me with you, aunt," said Gem, who was crying aloud.
"I will go, too," said Edith Chase, climbing down with alacrity; "it cannot be very far, now."
"We are still four miles from Westerton," said Hugh. "There is no danger, Aunt Faith; do get in again. The horses are only a little balky; they will be quiet soon."
"Do you call that quiet?" said Rose Saxon, as a flash of lightning revealed the plunging leaders with William Mount and Walter Hart at their heads.
"By all means, let us walk," said Graham Marr, getting out quickly.
"Of course if the ladies insist upon walking, it is our duty to accompany them," said Gideon Fish, following his example.
"Mrs. Sheldon," said Mr. Gay, "if you will walk, pray take my arm."
"Miss Darrell, I shall be happy to help you down," said Gideon Fish.
"Thank you, but I shall stay where I am; I am not at all afraid," replied Bessie.