“It was a horse you fell from—don’t you remember?” he asked.
“It was not a horse, it was a tree. I think I ought to know!” returned belligerent Molly.
CHAPTER VI.
The stranger regarded Molly’s saucy rejoinder as the effect of an injury done to her brain by her fall from the horse, and said to himself, pityingly:
“She evidently struck upon her head and the shock has disordered her brain, but I trust the affliction will prove but momentary.”
She was sitting upright now regarding him with vexed, dark eyes when he said, smilingly:
“Since you dispute my assertion permit me to prove it. Look yonder!”
Molly turned her head and saw the handsome bay horse standing still in the road as if conscious of his misdemeanor.
Her memory came quickly back.
“Oh!” she exclaimed.