"I'll have to get another carriage," he said. "What will you do, remain here until I get back?"
"No! no!" she cried. "I--I--that man--he may come again----" She gazed at him with a world of meaning in her eyes.
"You are right," answered Robert. "There is a cottage some distance down the road. Can you walk that far with me?"
Mrs. Vernon said she would try, and they started out. As they approached the cottage they met the owner coming away in his wagon.
Matters were quickly explained to the Englishman, and he readily agreed to drive them both back to the village.
"I hav'n't no quick horses for to run away with ye!" he grinned. "But I can git ye there in time an' safe, too."
They seated themselves on a back seat of the farm wagon, and started. The pace was a slow one, and it was fully an hour before they reached the village and the turnout came to a halt before Mrs. Cabe's door.
"Let the livery stable people attend to the wreck," said Mrs. Vernon, "and tell them to send the bill to me."
"And what of the man who scared us?" asked Robert. "Shall I put the constable on his track?"
Mrs. Vernon's face became a study.