The sky was studded now with stars sparkling in the air cleared by the rain, and the moon flooded the white roadway with light. The buggy flew over the beaten track for a mile, and as they suddenly plunged down a hill the old man seized both sides of the canopy top to steady his body as the light rig swayed first one way and then the other.
"You're going pretty fast," he grumbled.
"Yes, you said to give him the reins."
"But I didn't say to throw them on the horse's head, did I?"
"No, sir," the girl giggled.
"Pull him in!" he ordered sharply.
The strong young arms drew the horse suddenly down on his haunches and the old man lurched forward.
"I didn't say pull him into the buggy," he growled.
The girl suppressed another laugh. He was certainly a funny old man for all his eighty odd winters. She thought that he must have been a young devil at eighteen.
"Stop a minute!" he cried sharply. "What's that roaring?"