“Back to Williams’ Stable?”
“Well, not tonight. It’s getting late and after coming this far it would be foolish to turn around and start right back.”
“It would be the most sensible act of our lives,” Louise retorted. “But then I might know you’d insist on pushing on. You and Christopher Columbus have a lot in common!”
“We came to find out about that Headless Horseman, didn’t we?”
“You did, I guess,” Louise sighed, getting up from the rock. “I just came along because I’m weak minded! Well, what’s the plan?”
“Let’s ride down to Delta and try to get a room for the night.”
Louise’s silence gave consent. She climbed up behind Penny on Bones and they jogged down the trail toward the turnpike.
“It’s queer how White Foot sneaked away without making a sound,” Penny presently commented. “According to the old legend strange things did happen in the Sleepy Hollow valley. The Spirit was supposed to wreak all sorts of vexations upon the inhabitants. Sometimes he would take the shape of a bear or a deer and lead bewildered hunters a merry chase through the woods.”
“You’re the one who is bewitched,” Louise broke in. “And if you ask me, you’ve been that way ever since you were born. There’s a little spark—something deep within you that keeps saying: ‘Go on, Penny. Sic ’em, Penny! Maybe you’ll find a mystery!’”
“Perhaps I shall too!”