some day I mean to go back to the scene of the accident, and see if I
can find out. I have an idea she blames us for her horse running away.
But it was an accident, pure and simple; wasn't it, Bob?"

"It certainly was. You see it was this way," he explained, and Grace
felt sure they would ask her why she was so pale, for the blood had
left her cheeks on hearing that the young men were really those she
had suspected. "Harry, here, and myself," went on Mr. Kennedy, "had
been out for a little run, to transact some business. We were on a
country road, and a storm was coming up. We put on speed, because we
did not want to get wet, and I had to be at a telegraph office at a
certain time to complete a deal by wire.

"Just ahead of us was a girl on a white horse. The animal seemed
frightened at the storm, and just as we came racing past our car
struck a stone, and was jolted right over toward the animal. I am not
sure but what we hit it. Anyhow the horse bolted. The girl looked able
to manage it, and as it was absolutely necessary for us to keep on, we
did so."

"I looked back, and I thought I saw the horse stumble with the girl,"
put in Mr. Stone, "but I was not sure, and then the rain came pelting
down, and the road was so bad that it took both of us to manage the
car. We were late, too. But we meant to go back and see if any
accident happened."

"Only when we got to the telegraph office," supplied his friend, "we
were at once called to New York in haste, and so many things have come
up since that we never got the chance. Tell me," he said earnestly,
"you girls live in Deepdale. This happened not far from there. Did you