"What—what—?"
"This," he explained, "is a brake, to stop the wagon. If I hadn't been a fool and lost my head I'd have thought of that brake and stopped us right at the start.
"But, anyhow, I think this is enough. We had better go back to the city, where people are paid to take care of us."
Augusta sat a little while thinking, while Jimmie fixed the hold-backs.
"Jimmie," she said simply, "do you think we'll ever go through anything worse than that?"
"No, my dear, we will not."
"Then we've passed the worst, already," she announced calmly. "Let us go and find your breakfast."