It seemed for a second as if Madelon would reach it before he did; but they met there, and the roan reared to a stop in the narrow road directly in front of the old white, who plunged furiously.
"Look out there!" shouted Eugene, as the sleigh tilted on the snow-crust.

The old white's temper was up at this sudden check, but the woman behind him had a stronger will than he.

She brought him to a straining halt, and then she spoke to her brother.
"You let us pass!" she said, sternly.
"Where are you going ?" he demanded.

He looked uneasily at Dorothy as he spoke.

It was easy enough to see that she was a restraint upon him, and that fair, timid face in its blue hood held his indignation well in check.
"We are going to New Salem," replied Madelon.