The horse was evidently walking, and the voices came to him distinctly.
"I'm not a coward--any s-such thing! We oughtn't to have c-come, in the first place.

I can't go with you.

Please turn round, C-Carter,--please!" There was no mistaking that high, childlike voice, with its faltering speech.
Sandy's gloomy frown narrowed to a scowl.

What business had Annette out there in the storm?
Where was she going with Carter Nelson?
He quickened his steps to keep within sight of the slow-moving buggy.
"There's nothing out this road but the Junction," he thought, trying to collect his wits.

"Could they be taking the train there?
He goes to California in the morning, but where's he taking Nettie to-day?
And she didn't want to be going, either; didn't I hear her say it with her own lips ?" He moved cautiously forward, now running a few paces to keep up, now crouching behind the bushes.