"Up the road there," said Brockton, pointing. "Don't you see the man on that yellow horse?"
She looked a moment, straining her eyes.
"Yes—that's John!" Waving her handkerchief and putting one hand to her mouth, she cried out: "Hello!"
From the distance came the sound of a man's voice:
"Hello yourself!"
"Hurry up, you're late!" cried Laura, her face now flushed from pleasure and excitement.
"Better late than never," came the rejoinder.
"Hurry up," she repeated.
"Not with this horse," was the answer.
Laura turned to Brockton, her face beaming. Enthusiastically she exclaimed: