"I'm done for; I'm done for!" he kept repeating.
Lois helped Polly with the horses.
"Sit down, Poll," she said, authoritatively. "You need rest, too. You'll have to drive us home."
Polly looked at her gratefully—her knees were trembling.
"I better keep going," she answered. "Just don't let the girls talk to me and I'll be all right." She was stroking one of the horse's necks.
Lois went round to the back of the sleigh. The girls were standing in a huddled group.
"Lo, will we ever get home?" Angela asked, tearfully.
"Of course, silly," Lois replied, calmly. "Polly stopped the horses running away; I guess she can drive us back all right; she's nervous, of course, so don't talk to her."
"We won't," Mildred said. "Mercy, but she's a wonder! I'm, oh! I'm going to cry."
Lois left the others to deal with her and returned to Polly.