"Will," she said tremulously, "don't move, but just look behind you, and tell me all you see."
"I don't see anything, Mav, unless I heft meself up again."
"No, sit as you are. It just bears out what you said. We're never more to look back. We're only to look forward. Will?"
He had taken his hand away, and turned the back of his head toward her.
"Will," she repeated; but he did not answer. "Will, my dear one, this is going to be a fresh start, isn't it? Like a new beginning for us."
"Yes," he said, very seriously, "that's what I build on its being. Take it so. You and I are beginning life again in our new home."
"Bless you for saying it. The one thing I wished to hear."
"Yes, we must help each other. I'll do—I mean to do. But, maybe, it'll be more 'v o' fight than I'm reckoning, and there's a many ways that you can make the fight easier—beyond the one great thing you've done a'ready."
"I will, dear. I will."
Then they were silent. The carter cracked his whip, shouted to his team, and whistled; and the horses, neither frightened by the whip nor excited by the whistling, drew the big wagon at exactly the same steady pace.