Trix flushed. “Oh, wasn’t there? I—” she broke off.
Then she looked straight at him.
“I knew there wasn’t,” she confessed. “But I was afraid to go back, so I had to make you look away while I ran. It was the cows.” She sighed. She felt she had been making bovine explanations during the greater part of the afternoon.
“Cows, Miss?” queried Antony, a twinkle in his eyes.
Trix nodded.
“Yes; awful beasts with white faces, in the field above the wood. I’m not sure they weren’t bulls.”
Antony laughed.
“Sure, and why weren’t you telling me, then? I’d have tackled them for you.”
Trix smiled.
“I never thought of that way out of the difficulty,” she owned. “But it will be all right, I ex—” She broke off. She had been within an ace of saying she had explained matters to Mr. Danver. She really must be careful. “I expect—I’m sure you won’t get into trouble about it,” she stuttered.