even if she doesn't happen to know exactly whom she is taking." He
stretched out his feet and leaned back, resigned to his fate.

Not a house had been passed in more than a mile. The road was
deserted, and Paul's interest in future developments steadily
growing.

Suddenly there was a terrible crash, and Mr. Henley's side of the
cart collapsed. Dorothy drew up the horse and exclaimed:

"There! It is the spring. I was afraid it would break!"

"Too much weight on my side, Miss Guir," said Paul, jumping to the
ground.

"It is not that; it was weak; and I should have remembered to place
your luggage on my side. It is too unfortunate."

"What are we to do?" inquired Henley.

"It is difficult to say. We are miles from home, and the road is
rough."

She was examining the broken spring by the uncertain light, and
seemed perplexed.

"Can I not lead the horse while we walk?" suggested Paul.

"We could, but the break is too bad. I fear the body of the cart will
fall from the axle. But stop; there is one thing I can do. There is a