"You can send a man out for what's left of the cutter tomorrow, and Pendennis will gallop straight home to his stable: he'll be there a long while before we will, because all we've got to depend on to get us home is Gene Morgan's broken-down chafing-dish yonder." They were approaching the machine as he spoke, and his friend, again underneath it, heard him.

He emerged, smiling.

"She'll go," he said.
"What!" "All aboard!" He offered his hand to Isabel.

She was smiling but still pale, and her eyes, in spite of the smile, kept upon George in a shocked anxiety.

Miss Fanny had already mounted to the rear seat, and George, after helping Lucy Morgan to climb up beside his aunt, was following.