the love-sick woman first.

He had not gone very far ere he saw a man coming toward him, leading a
horse, which he knew to be the one which had run away. He recognised
the man, and he was overjoyed at seeing him.

"Hello! Have you come to give a hand?" the man accosted as he drew
near.

"Yes, sir. I was looking for you," Rod replied, as he walked along by
the man's side.

"Thought I had run away with the horse, did you? Well, we had a hard
chase, but found her at last, with the wagon all smashed to bits. We
tried to lead the horse behind the car, but couldn't get her anywhere
near it, so I had to foot it the whole way."

"Miss Arabella will be glad to see you, sir."

"Will she, eh? I suppose there'll be the Old Harry to pay. You said
something about her tongue, didn't you? I expect to know more of it
shortly."

"Oh, she won't scold you, sir. She thinks a lot of you."

"Of me?"

"Yes, sir. She thinks you are great. I really believe she is in love
with you, that's all."