She sat rigid, almost choking. The next minute a shapeless figure almost collided with Nelly. It eagerly caught the bridle-rein and called out huskily:
“Is that you, Miss West?”
She let out a startled cry.
“Who are you? What do you want?”
“It’s you! Thank God, I’ve found you!” cried the voice.
“Arnold Bruce!” she ejaculated.
He loosened the rein and moved to her side and put his hand upon the back of her saddle.
“Thank God I’ve found you!” he repeated, with a strange quaver to his voice.
“Arnold Bruce! What are you doing here?”
“Didn’t you hear me shout after you, when you started, that I was coming, too?”