"From Marc's heels."
"Goodness sakes! you don't expect me t' ride after that wild-headed critter, do you?"
His answer was a chirp which sent Marc half-way to the gate before Bettie could catch her breath. The reins stiffened in his hands. Bettie clung to him, shrieking at every turn in the road.
"Milton Jennings, if you tip us over, I'll"——
Milton laughed, drew the colt down to a steady, swift stride, and Bettie put her hands back under the robe.
"I wonder who that is ahead?" he asked after a few minutes, which brought them in sound of bells.
"I guess it's Cy Hurd; it sounded like his bells when he went past. I guess it's him and Bill an' Belle an' Cad Hines."
"Expect to see Ed there?" asked Milton after a little pause.
"I don't care whether I ever see him again or not," she snapped.
"Oh, yes, you do!" he answered, feeling somehow her insincerity.