“Well,” he said, “what do you think?”
She slowly folded the paper and creased it between her fingers.
“Can you make it?” she asked.
Harvey looked at his watch. “Train goes at eleven. I've got thirteen minutes.”
“Turn around. It's only three miles. We can do it.”
Harvey pulled up and turned. Then he hesitated.
“How about the team?” he said; “I can't take you home.”
“Never mind that. Quick; you can't lose any time. I'll get the team back.”
Harvey nodded and gripped the reins, and in a moment the bays were in their stride. Harvey's hands were full, and he made no effort to talk. Miss Porter alternately watched him and the horses.
“They can do better than that. You'll have to slow up in town, you know.” And Harvey urged them on.