“Send for an undertaker,” he replied grimly, seeing policy in jest. They were now ascending an incline, bumping over boulders, hurtling through treacherous ruts and water-washed holes, rolling, swinging, jerking, crashing. “You have been brave all along; don't give up now. It is almost over. You'll soon be with your friends.”
“How can I thank you”' she cried, gripping his arm once more. Again his hand dropped upon hers and closed gently.
“I wish that I could do a thousand times as much for you,” he said, thrillingly, her disheveled hair touching his face so close were his lips. “Ah, the lights of the town!” he cried an instant later. “Look!”
He held her so that she could peer through the rattling glass window. Close at hand, higher up the steep, many lights were twinkling against the blackness.
Almost before they realized how near they were to the lights, the horses began to slacken their speed, a moment later coming to a standstill. The awful ride was over.
“The train! the train!” she cried, in ecstacy. “Here, on the other side. Thank heaven!”
He could not speak for the joyful pride that distended his heart almost to bursting. The coach door flew open, and Light-horse Jerry yelled:
“Here y'are! I made her!”
“I should say you did!” exclaimed Grenfall, climbing out and drawing her after him gently. “Here's your ten.”
“I must send you something, too, my good fellow,” cried the lady. “What is your address—quick?”