“The peats didn’t fall quite so far as the snow, Turkey, or they would have made a worse job of it,” answered my father.
Meantime Andrew and Turkey were both busy; and in a few moments we stood upon our feet, stiff with cold and cramped with confinement, but merry enough at heart.
“What brought you out to look for us?” asked my father.
“I heard Missy whinnying at the stable-door,” said Andrew. “When I saw she was alone, I knew something had happened, and waked Turkey. We only stopped to run to the manse for a drop of whisky to bring with us, and set out at once.”
“What o’clock is it now?” asked my father.
“About one o’clock,” answered Andrew.
“One o’clock!” thought I. “What a time we should have had to wait!”
“Have you been long in finding us?”
“Only about an hour.”
“Then the little mare must have had great trouble in getting home. You say the other was not with her?”