This was the first time he had spoken to Sears, and even then his tone was not too gracious. The captain drove on a few steps, as requested, and, a moment later, Kent's equipage, now headed in their direction, was alongside once more.
"Whoa!" he shouted, and both horses stopped. "Come on, Elizabeth," urged the young man, briskly. "Wait, I'll help you."
He sprang out of his buggy and approached theirs. "Come on," he said, again. "Quick! It is going to rain harder."
Elizabeth did not move. "But I'm not going with you, George," she said quietly.
He stared at her.
"Not going with me?" he repeated. "Why, of course you are. I've come on purpose for you."
"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have done it. You knew I would be all right with Cap'n Kendrick."
"I didn't even know you were going with him. You didn't say you were going at all. If you had I——"
"You would have taken another afternoon's holiday. And you know what Mr. Bassett said about the last one."
"I don't care a—I don't care what he says. I shan't be working very long for him, I hope.... But there, Elizabeth! Come on, come on! I can get you home for supper while that old horse of Cahoon's is thinking about it."