"Well, I vum!" the young man said, good-naturedly, as she approached the sleigh and deposited her beshawled dog on his knees.
"I guess this sleigh warn't built for two," she said, as she crawled in beside him.
"Right you are; but you don't want to be carted far."
"Gimme that dog," she said, taking the bundle, "an' start off. Prob'ly they're just hitchin' up to be after me."
He clicked his tongue to the long-legged mare, and speedily fences and trees began to fly by them.
"What did you twig me for?" asked the fat young man. "Ain't you had no other chance?"
"Lots," she said, briefly.
"There was an ole boy ahead o' me with a two-seated rig, an' a youngster on the back seat. Why didn't you freeze on to him?"
She turned her little dark face toward him, a little face overspread by sudden passion. "D'ye know what that ole shell-back would 'a' done?"