You be off home, sir.

I'll take care of this lady." Ralph coloured a little, and glanced at the girl, and as she met his eyes, she drew herself up stiffly.
"Yes, sir," she said, "Master Rayburn will take care of me.

Thank you for stopping my pony." She bowed now, in the stately way of the period, clung closely to the old man, turning her back upon her rescuer, who unnecessarily bowed, and walked on up the steep path, wondering that the pony had not come down headlong before.
Then he felt disposed to look back, but his angry indignation forbade that, and he hurried on as fast as he could on his way home, passing Master Rayburn's cottage, and then, a hundred yards farther on, coming suddenly upon a riding-whip, which had evidently been dropped.

The lad leaped at it to pick it up, but checked himself, and gave it a kick which sent it off the path down the slope toward the river.
"I'm not going to pick up an Eden's whip," he said proudly.

"Just like her brother," he muttered, as he went on faster and faster, to avoid the temptation of running back to pick it up.