She shrank to her saddle, and urged the patient horse on.

Perhaps she could reach the bench and get away out of sight before the newcomer saw her.
But the way was longer to the top, and steeper than it had seemed at first, and the horse was tired.

Sometimes he stopped of his own accord, and snorted appealingly to her with his head turned inquiringly as if to know how long and how far this strange ride was to continue.

Then the man in the distance seemed to ride faster.

The valley between them was not so wide here.