The east was growing gray.
Suddenly out of the stillness there came the sound of a horse galloping over a wet road.

He was coming like mad.

Some one for a doctor?
No; the horse-hoofs grew louder, coming out from the town, coming this way, coming faster and faster, coming _here_.

There was a splashing and trampling in front of the house and a sharp "Whoa!" In the dim gray of first dawn she made out a man on a foam-flecked horse.

He drew up at the gate.
A window to the right of hers went screeching up.