She sprang up.
“You must go now—good night!” she said breathlessly, and darted out of the summer-house.
“Wait! Where are you going?” he cried, and tried to seize her, but she was gone.
He stumbled amazedly after her vague figure, which was running through the grape-arbour swiftly toward the stable. The blackness, his unfamiliarity with the way, made him half a minute behind Katherine in entering the barn.
“Miss West!” he called. “Miss West!”
There was no answer and no sound within the stable. Just then a flash of lightning showed him that the rear door was open. As he felt his way through this he heard Katherine say, “Whoa, Nelly! Whoa, Nelly!” and saw her swing into the saddle.
He sprang forward and caught the bridle rein.
“What are you going to do?” he cried.
“Going out for a little gallop,” she answered with an excited laugh.