The car backed to turn around.

As it paused an instant before starting forward again, Kitty put her hand on her father's shoulder.
"Wait!" she cried.

"I'm going to Phil.

Curly, I want your horse; you can go with father." The cowboy was on the ground before she had finished speaking.

And before the automobile was under way Kitty was riding back the way Curly had come.
Kitty was scarcely conscious of what she had said.