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Updated: September 17, 2025
The relief train will be here 'fore long an' you all will be rowed acrost the river. Don't worry." "But I want to go back the way I came," expostulated Anne, feebly. "I can't go on without until I know what has happened to to Mr. Windomshire." She took his advice, however, and made her way to the rear platform.
Eleanor pleaded fatigue, and forthwith closed her wistful eyes. Windomshire, with fine consideration, sank into a rapt study of the flitting farm lands. Having got but little sleep among the coals, he finally dropped off into a peaceful cat nap. Omegon was reached before Eleanor had the courage to awaken him.
The conductor led his charges from the track through a muddy stubble- field and down to a point where half a dozen small rowboats were waiting among the willows. Dauntless and Eleanor were well up in front, their faces set resolutely toward Omegon. For some well-defined reason, Windomshire and Anne were the last in the strange procession. The medical college agent, the tall and sombre Mr.
A long silence, fraught with an importance which the throbbing of the two engines was powerless to disturb, followed the mutual discovery. Joe's brain worked the quicker. Disguising his voice as best he could, he shouted through the fog: "We can't pass here." "Is is this Cobberly Road?" cried Windomshire, striving to obtain what he considered the American twang. "No, it's not.
"By Jove!" came suddenly from the darkness, startling the entire party a masculine voice full of surprise and yes, consternation. Then there strode into the circle of light a tall figure in a shimmering mackintosh, closely followed by a young, resolute woman. "Windomshire!" gasped Dauntless, leaping in front of Eleanor, prepared to defend her with his life.
Windomshire, catching sight of the forlorn Anne, was about to assert himself vigorously in declining the invitation when a meaning look from the governess caused him to refrain. The look very plainly told him to accept. The unhappy couple followed the Van Truders to the nearby farmhouse.
He had caught the scowl of warning from Carter and, for a wonder, understood. "By the way," said Windomshire, irrelevantly, "what was the disturbance over in O'Brien's Lane this morning? Anybody hurt? I was driving the car up Andrews' Hill when I saw the excitement. Couldn't make it out. Were all of the horses running away?"
"I will, Miss Courtenay," said Derby. Windomshire grasped him by the hand, speechless with joy and relief. "I don't understand all this," complained Mr. Van Truder, vainly trying to see the excited, jubilant quartette. He only knew that they were all talking at once, suddenly without restraint. "I wish my wife were here; she'd understand."
"Turn to your right at the next crossing," he shouted back to Windomshire. Then to himself hopefully: "If he does that, he'll miss Fenlock by three miles." They had covered two rash, terrifying miles before a word was spoken. Then he heard her voice in his ear an anxious, troubled voice that could scarcely be heard above the rushing wind. "What will we do if the train is late, dear?
Dauntless almost completely, quite entirely when she discovered Mr. Windomshire in the background. Little old Mr. Van Truder, in his usual state of subjection, was permitted to study the scenery at close range. "I was so afraid you'd marry that horrid Dauntless fellow," whispered Mrs. Van Truder. Eleanor gave vent to a constrained laugh. "How perfectly preposterous!"
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