The horse plunged, too, with a baffled snort, wheeled crossly, lashing his heels out.
“Oh! God help—” breathed Pemrose, in the utter horror of helplessness—for she was many, many yards away.
And then the angel of God appeared—appeared so suddenly, in such an unlooked-for shape that Pem, dazzled, saw two of her—and three of Cartoon.
It was a girl with wide dark eyes in whose blaze the angel of God had bared his scabbard, his scabbard of deliverance, a girl with face waxen-white as a snow-flower—a girl who “went through life as daintily as if she were picking a flower”—who was snatching Donnie from the proximity of those lashing heels—within an inch of being struck by them herself.
“U-na!” Pemrose’s hand went to her cold cheek—she was fairly stricken still, out in the middle of the Long Pasture.
“Goodness! I—I don’t know how I did it,” said Una, sinking down.
CHAPTER XIV
Revel and Revelation
“Well we’re going to ride over to the Gap—Eden Gap,” suggested Pemrose.
Revelation and she were, as usual, leading the way along the narrow mountain road—and beside her was Una on Revel.
“They go so well together, don’t they, mother and son?” said the latter, stroking Revel’s silky mane, “Revelation, with his coat a brighter chestnut, slighter, taller—faster—although I think Revel could hold her own in a race, too, in spite of her being so gentle—and lady-toed,” with a little laugh, “turning out her toes a little in that mincing, lady-like way. Watch her! Oh! I’m never quite so happy as when I’m on her back.”