When they had gone about a mile, she turned to him and said:
“Have you a pocket knife?”
“Yes,” he replied.
“Will you do me a favor?” she asked.
“I will do anything in the world for you to-night!” he whispered, now thoroughly in love with the beautiful woman beside him.
“Stop the horses. Now, get down and cut those blinds off, and I’ll show you something.”
He obeyed at once, tossing the leathers on the road. When he was in his seat again, she took the reins and said:
“Wait till I get to a wider place. Ah, here is one!”
Dropping the ribbons across the dashboard, she took out her handkerchief and waved it to the right, seeing which the horses turned slowly and trotted back the way they had come. Another wave to the left; they obeyed as before, and were homeward bound. “Halt!” she cried, and they stood like things of stone at the sound of her voice.
“My father taught them that! Now, take the reins; you may need them in the city. I see the lights ahead.”