would come in, and Emma has walked half a mile looking for her, and I am
horribly worried."

"I will go directly and look for her," said James. "I will put the bay
in the light buggy, and drive to Westover. Don't worry. I'll bring her
back in half an hour."

"The bay is so lame she can't travel, I heard Tom say this morning,"
said Mrs. Ewing.

"Then I'll take the gray."

"She balks, you know."

James laughed. "Oh, I'll risk the balking," he said.

He hurried out to the stable and put the gray in the buggy. It was a
very short time before James was on the road, and the gray went as well
as could be desired, but just before she reached Westover she stopped
short, and James might as well have tried to move a mountain as that
animal with her legs planted at four angles of relentless obstinacy.




CHAPTER V


James had considerable experience with, horses. He knew at once that it
was probably a hopeless undertaking to change the mare's mind, or rather