ithout apparent
effort. As the trunk went up Kathleen French's eyes widened a little. He
turned to her.

"The step is broken and if you climb in the mud will get on your dress,"
he said. "I had better lift you over the wheel, if you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind."

He lifted her up as one holds a child aloft to see a passing parade,
until her feet set on top of the wheel. As she seated herself she
glanced at him with a queer expression of puzzlement. He unhitched the
colts, gathered up the lines and came up over the wheel beside her. As
he dropped into the seat the team got away with a plunge and they went
townward with slack tugs, the reins and Angus' arms pulling the load.

"They're a little frisky," he said. "They'll be all right when they get
out of town."

"You don't think I'm afraid, do you?" she said.

"No, I guess you are not nervous of horses."

Angus hoped they would see nothing of Blake. But as they clattered up
the main street, the colts dancing and fighting the bits and Angus
holding them with a double wrap and talking to them steadily to quiet
them, Blake and his companions were crossing from one side to the other.
He recognized Angus and his sister, and probably remembered that he was
to meet her. With the memory of his recent encounter surging in his
fogged brain he lurched out into the roadway and called on Angus to
stop; and as the latter did not do so, he made an unsteady rush for the
colts' heads.

Just then Angus could not have stopped the colts if he had wished to,
and he did not wish it. He knew that if Blake got hold of them it meant
a wrangle on the street, and so he loosed a wrap and clicked a sharp
command. The colts went into their collars with a bound.

As they did so Kathleen French reached swiftly across and plucked the
whip from its socket on the dash. Angus had time for just one glance.
The nigh forewheel was just grazing Blake, so that he jumped back. His
flushed, scowling face was upturned, his mouth open in imprecation. Then
with a vicious swish and crack the lash of the blacksnake curled down
over his head and shoulders, and he went out of sight.

Angus was too fully occupied with the colts to look back. They missed a
wagon and a buggy by inches merely, and were a mile out of town before
he was able to pull them down to an ordinary gait; and he was in no
sweet temper at them, at Blake, and even at Blake's sister; for that
young lady's swishing cut with the whip ha