"What took you back, Rich?" asked Charley.
"I wanted to bid good-by to that unique little specimen of girlhood in there, and get her to pardon you."
"And she would not?"
"No."
"Whew! resisted your all-powerful will! The gods be praised that you have found your match at last!"
Richmond's brow slightly contracted, and he gave the horse a quick cut with the whip that sent him flying on.
"And yet I will make her do it," he said, with his calm, peculiar, inexplicable smile.
"Eh?—you will? And how, may I ask?"
"Never you mind—she shall do it! I have conquered her once already, and I shall do it again, although she has refused this time. I did not expect her to yield without a struggle."
"By Jove! there's some wild blood in that one. There was mischief in her eyes as she turned on me there on the hill. I shall take care to give her a wide berth, and let her severely alone for the future."