“I’ll tell her when I go back.”
“That’ll be just as well,” he answered reluctantly. “How is she feeling?”
“Exhausted. She’s been under severe strain.”
“Oughtn’t she to have a doctor? I could ride—”
“She won’t listen to it. And I think her head is all right now. But she ought to have complete rest for several days.”
“Well, I’m likely to be busy enough,” he said simply. “The schedule is all shot to pieces, and, unless this rain lets up, we’ll have more track out. What do you think of it?”
Miss Van Arsdale looked up through the thrashing pines to the rush of the gray-black clouds. “I think we’re in for a siege of it,” was her pronouncement.
They rode along single file in the narrow trail until they emerged into the open. Then Banneker’s horse moved forward, neck and neck with the other. Miss Van Arsdale reined down her uneasy roan.
“Ban.”
“Yes?”