"But your horse might drag him to death."
"Well, it's his own funeral, ain't it?"
The girl's eyes grew big. She stepped back. If she had only said something Lorry would have felt better. As it was he felt decidedly uncomfortable.
"If you'll say what is right, ma'am, I'll do it. You want me to turn him loose?"
"I—No. But can't you do something for him?"
Lorry laughed. "I reckon you don't sabe them kind, miss. And mebby you want to get that car on the road again."
"Yes," said the girl's mother. "I think this young man knows what he is about."
Lorry stepped to the car to examine it.
The girl followed him. "I think there is nothing broken. We just turned to come down that hill. We were coasting when I saw a rope stretched across the road. I didn't know what to do. I tried to stop. We slid off the edge."
"Uh-uh. He had it all ribbed up to stop you. Now if you had kept on goin'—"