But to her surprise a different horse was led forward to be harnessed.
"We thought your horse wasn't safe in case of another accident," said the first man, with the same smileless consideration.

"This one wouldn't cut up if he was harnessed to an earthquake or a worse driver than you've got." It occurred to her instantly that the more obvious remedy of sending another driver had been already discussed and rejected by them.

Yet, when her own driver appeared a moment afterwards, she ascended to her seat with some dignity and a slight increase of color.
"I am very much obliged to you all," she said, without glancing at the young inventor.
"Don't mention it, miss." "Good afternoon." "Good afternoon." They all took off their hats with the same formal gravity as the horse moved forward, but turned back to their work again before she was out of the field..