And suddenly she found herself sitting at the foot of the cedar, weeping, with tear-wet hands over her face.
"There's nothin' to---to cry about," Slone was saying.

"But I'm sorry if I hurt you." "Will--you--please--fetch Sarch ?" asked Lucy, tremulously.
While Slone went for the horse and saddled him Lucy composed herself outwardly.

And she had two very strong desires--one to tell Slone something, and the other to run.

She decided she would do both together.
Slone brought Sarchedon.

Lucy put on her gauntlets, and, mounting the horse, she took a moment to arrange her skirts before she looked down at Slone.