As he disappeared behind the wheat, she lapsed quite suddenly against the work bench, but recovered herself a moment later, leaning with her back against it, her hands grasping it on either side, and her knit brows and determined little face turned towards the road.

Then she stood erect again, shook the dust out of her skirts, lifted her veil, wiped her cheeks and brow with the corner of a small handkerchief, and began walking up and down the length of the shed as Bent reappeared.
He was accompanied by the man who had first led her through the wheat.
He gazed upon her with apparently all the curiosity and concern that the other had lacked.
"You want to get to San Jose as quick as you can ?" he said interrogatively.
"Yes," she said quickly, "if you can help me." "You walked all the way from the major's here ?" he continued, without taking his eyes from her face.
"Yes," she answered with an affectation of carelessness she had not shown to Bent.

"But I started very early, it was cool and pleasant, and didn't seem far." "I'll put you down in San Jose inside the hour.

You shall have my horse and trotting sulky, and I'll drive you myself.

Will that do ?" She looked at him wonderingly.