StNicholas [serial] . d of that instinct that sogreatly compensates for theone human power these crea-tures lack, Terry was goinghome. What should she do?What could she do? Thethought of an involuntaryand unexpected visit to astrange ranch was anythingbut a welcome one; still,even if she could accomplishthe impossible feat of alight-ing safely from the back ofthis flying horse, how muchbetter off would she be outin the midst of a desolateplain, with no means of con-veyance back to her home J Vv HEN or any town or village. No, the only thing to dowas to stick where she was; the horse would inti
StNicholas [serial] . d of that instinct that sogreatly compensates for theone human power these crea-tures lack, Terry was goinghome. What should she do?What could she do? Thethought of an involuntaryand unexpected visit to astrange ranch was anythingbut a welcome one; still,even if she could accomplishthe impossible feat of alight-ing safely from the back ofthis flying horse, how muchbetter off would she be outin the midst of a desolateplain, with no means of con-veyance back to her home J Vv HEN or any town or village. No, the only thing to dowas to stick where she was; the horse would intime carry her to some definite place from whichshe could return, and, unless she could get controlof him again, it was the only thing to do. Once she leaned over, patted the heaving shoul-der softly and spoke a soothing word or two, but Terry threw his head back and increased hisspeed, so she decided not to try that again. Fre-quent looks backward as well as all about thehorizon, showed that she and Terry were the only. lERRY AND I GET TO THE CROSS-ROADS WE LLWAIT FOR YOU, SAID ELIZABETH. actors in the great arena, and the loneliness andlong-continued strain began to tell on her would have given the world for the oppor-tunity to lean her head on Terrys neck for agood cry, but it would nt do. No time for emptyhands or tear-dimmed eyes just now. Pulling I9°7-] IN THE TOILS OF FATE 11 herself erect in the saddle, she put the weaknessaway from her. So long as Terry kept on with thislong, even pace she was perfectly safe. It wasonly a question of patience. Her father, for-tunately, was away from home, and would prob-ably not be home before the morrow. Thethought of poor Ted and his fright weakened hermost, so she decided not to think of him againuntil it was all over. Suddenly her eyes flashed and the quick colorflew to her cheeks. They had reached the top ofa gentle slope and away off in the distance, butstraight across their path, she could see the longblue thread of a
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