“There, you have roused up, my dear, try to take this,” said the woman, with a smile. “The doctor will be back to see you in a little while.”
“The doctor,” stammered Grace. “Am I hurt? What happened? Oh, I remember, Prince was frightened by the auto, and ran away. Where is he?” she asked in sudden terror, as a thought came to her.
“He got up and ran off after he fell with you,” said the woman, as she held the glass for Grace to drink. “We had no time to try and catch him, for there were others to attend to.”
“Oh, but Prince must be caught!” cried Grace, trying to rise from the couch on which she was lying, but finding it too much of an effort.
“He will be, my dear,” said the woman. “Don’t fret about the horse. He did not seem to be hurt.”
Oh, it isn’t so much Prince himself, though Will would feel very badly if anything happened to him. It is——”
Then Grace recalled that to mention the papers in the saddle bag might not be wise, so she stopped.
“There now, don’t worry, my dear,” spoke the woman, soothingly. “Some one will catch the horse,”
“Oh, he must be caught!” cried Grace. “You say the doctor was here to see me?”
“Yes, we sent for one soon after a passing farmer carried you in here when you fell and fainted. You were lying out in the rain—insensible. We managed to get off your wet dress, and I just slipped this dressing gown of mine on you.”