"Starlight," answered Beth, at a loss for a better reply, and making an effort to deepen her tones as she talked. "I lost my horse in the storm."
Van looked around the valley.
"Did, hey? Didn't happen to see a stray roof, anywhere, did you? I lost one."
"I—haven't seen anything," faltered Both, whose only wish was to have him say something about her escape from this terrible place. "But something frightened my pony."
"I was curious to see how far that roof would hike, that's all," he told her by way of explanation of his presence here on his horse, and he turned to look at her again. "Didn't you know this so-called cut-off to Starlight would take you more time than the road?"
"No, I—I didn't know it," said Beth, afraid he must presently penetrate her masquerade if he looked like that upon her. "What do you advise me to do?"
He ignored her question, demanding:
"Say, is your name Kent?—Glenmore Kent?"
Beth felt her heart begin new gymnastics. This was her cue.
"Why, yes. But—how did you know—know me?"