Something told me. He's at the culvert now,
and if I do not run, he will go down into the swamp!"
There was something of a catch in the voice. I did not
reply I swung the horses around and crossed the culvert
that bridges the master ditch.
And while we were walking up to the yard--had my drive
been anything brave--anything at all deserving of the
slightest reward--had it not in itself been a thing of
beauty, not to be missed by selfish me--surely, the touch
of that arm, as we went, would have been more than enough
to reward even the most chivalrous deeds of yore.
THREE
Dawn and Diamonds
Two days before Christmas the ground was still bare. I
had a splendid new cutter with a top and side curtains;
a heavy outfit, but one that would stand up, I believed,
under any road conditions. I was anxious to use it, too,
for I intended to spend a two weeks' holiday up north
with my family. I was afraid, if I used the buggy, I
might find it impossible to get back to town, seeing that
the first heavy winter storms usually set in about the
turn of the year.
School had closed at noon. I intended to set out next
morning at as early an hour as I could.
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