"It is going to rain, and heavily." "And you have no umbrella, waterproof!" exclaimed Stafford.
She laughed with girlish amusement.
"Umbrella?
I don't think I have such a thing; and this cloth is nearly waterproof; besides, I never notice the rain--here it comes!" It came with a vengeance; it was as if the heavens had opened and let down the bottom of a reservoir.
Stafford mechanically took off his coat.
"Put this on," he said.

"That jacket is quite light; you'll get wet through." Her face crimsoned, and she laughed a little constrainedly.
"Please put your coat on!" she said, gravely and earnestly.

"_You_ will be wet through, and you are not used to it.

There is a shed round the corner; ride there as quickly as you can." Stafford stared at her, then burst into a laugh which echoed hers.
"And leave you here! Is it likely ?" "Well, let us both go," she said, as if amused by his obstinacy.
"Is it far ?" he asked.

"See if you can manage to balance on the saddle--I would run beside you.