Hoofs once more beat on the sun-baked soil. Two figures grew out of
the twilight from behind the barn, and the woman knew that her warning
had gone for naught. She watched them until they were swallowed up by
the growing dusk. The last dim outline blurred itself into the
pasture. Then she stirred.
A deep sigh was heavily breathed. Then, in a moment, the paralysis
fell from her. The dullness of her eyes gave place to a sheen of
excitement, and her perfect cheeks assumed a faint, hectic flush.
For one brief moment she glanced back into the house. Then she glanced
down at her own clothing. She was still clad in the riding suit which
had become her daily wear. The survey seemed to satisfy her, for she
left the veranda at a run, and made her way toward the barn.
Perhaps five minutes later she, too, became lost in the growing
twilight, and her horse's hoofs awoke anew the echoes of the place.
But her way did not lie in the track of the others. Her horse was
racing headlong in the direction of Nan's home.
Bud and Nan were just finishing their supper when Elvine broke in upon
them.
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