"You laugh all the time, as if——"
"As if I weren't afraid? I'm not," she answered. "But it's not courage. It's you. I feel safe."
For a moment Dick was silent; then he said:
"My leader's a good little nag, isn't he?"
"Yes. He likes you."
"How d'you know?"
"He feels you through the lines. He's not used to being all alone out there, but he's only tried to look round once, and then all you did was to talk to him, and he said to himself: 'He's all right'—waggled his head a little and broke into his jolly canter again."
"I'll show you what they can do, after that side-car has passed."
"Will they come after us?"
Two or three back-fire explosions answered her, and very soon the motor-cycle and side-car tore past the brake, alarming with its insolent speed even Dick's sober and industrious leader.