"
"Yes, I do," she murmured, looking straight ahead of her.
"Well," he said, "I tried----"
He did not finish the sentence, and she could think of nothing more to
say.
"Ho, there, Dan, step out," he muttered, jerking the bridle. "We ain't
home yet.--You cold?" he asked abruptly.
She shook her head, but he drew the cover higher up, and stooped to tuck
it in about the ankles. She continued to look straight ahead. Tears of
weariness and weakness were dimming her eyes and beginning to run over,
but she dared not wipe them away lest he should observe the gesture.
They drove in silence, following the long loops of the descent upon
Hamblin, and Mr. Royall did not speak again till they reached the
outskirts of the village. Then he let the reins droop on the dashboard
and drew out his watch.
"Charity," he said, "you look fair done up, and North Dormer's a goodish
way off. I've figured out that we'd do better to stop here long enough
for you to get a mouthful of breakfast and then drive down to Creston
and take the train.
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