"Hello! Have you come to give a hand?" the man accosted as he drew near.
"Yes, sir. I was looking for you," Rod replied, as he walked along by the man's side.
"Thought I had run away with the horse, did you? Well, we had a hard chase, but found her at last, with the wagon all smashed to bits. We tried to lead the horse behind the car, but couldn't get her anywhere near it, so I had to foot it the whole way."
"Miss Arabella will be glad to see you, sir."
"Will she, eh? I suppose there'll be the Old Harry to pay. You said something about her tongue, didn't you? I expect to know more of it shortly."
"Oh, she won't scold you, sir. She thinks a lot of you."
"Of me?"
"Yes, sir. She thinks you are great. I really believe she is in love with you, that's all."
"Whew!" and the man whistled softly, while an amused light shone in his eyes. "Did she send you after me?" he inquired.
"I promised, sir, that I wouldn't tell."