Whatever befell, she must be brave and true.
But at last, when the afternoon shadows were lengthening, the agony became intense.

Only the baker had passed with his cart, and a farm wagon or two, during the whole day.

Gradually the conviction grew that it could not only be an accident to the motor--if so, John would have procured some other vehicle, or, indeed, he could have come to her on foot by now.

Something had befallen him.

There must have occurred some accident to himself; and in spite of all her calm fortitude, anguish clutched her soul.
She knew not what to do or which way to go.