"I am glad he did not venture out of the house, when his friend could have done him no good.

What will he think of me on learning what I have done?
He will say that I am rash and foolish, and perhaps I am; will he suspect that it was to save him that I undertook this errand, which, after all, is attended with no risk to me worth mentioning ?" These were pleasant musings, but the task before her was too serious and made too close demands on her mental and physical energies for her to indulge in them.

The delightful reverie could be deferred to a more convenient season.
Jennie Whitney had lived long enough in the West to understand that in times like the present it is safer to depend on the instinct of one's heart than upon one's reason.

It seemed now and then that Jack was following the wrong direction, but she was wise in not interfering.
The gloom was so deep that she could see barely a few paces beyond the pointed ears in front, but when the ground showed an abrupt rise she recalled the location and knew he had followed the exact course she desired.
She pulled slightly on the reins and he dropped to a walk.

At the same moment something dark moved aside, the pony diverting his own steps to avoid it.