Take the umbrella.

I'll be back in a minute." I pressed the handle of the umbrella into her hand--it was as steady as mine--and darted out into the flood.

I think she called me to come back, but I did not obey.

I ran up the road until I was some distance beyond the point where I had stopped the runaway, but there were no signs of horse, carriage or coachman.

I called repeatedly, but got no reply.
Then, reluctantly, I gave it up and returned to the porch.
She gave a little gasp of relief when I reached her side.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, "did you find him ?" "No," I answered.