You just said to wait till some one came after me.

Well, I didn't wait." He laughed and leaned toward her again.

"Now there seems a chance of our being--pretty good friends," he said, in the caressing tone he had used before, and of which he was utterly unconscious, "we won't quarrel about that night, will we?
You got home all right, and so did I.We'll forget all about it.

Won't we ?" He laid a hand on the horn of her saddle so that they rode close together, and tried futilely to read what was in her face, since she did not speak.
Josephine stared blankly at the brown slope before them.

Her lips were set firmly together, and her brows were contracted also, and her gloved fingers gripped the reins tightly.