She slowly folded the paper and creased it between her fingers.

"Can you make it?" she asked.

Harvey looked at his watch. "Train goes at eleven. I've got thirteen
minutes."

"Turn around. It's only three miles. We can do it."

Harvey pulled up and turned. Then he hesitated.

"How about the team?" he said; "I can't take you home."

"Never mind that. Quick; you can't lose any time. I'll get the team back."

Harvey nodded and gripped the reins, and in a moment the bays were in
their stride. Harvey's hands were full, and he made no effort to talk.
Miss Porter alternately watched him and the horses.

"They can do better than that. You'll have to slow up in town, you know."
And Harvey urged them on.

As they neared the town, Harvey spoke.

"Will you look at my watch?"

She threw back his coat and tugged at the fob until the watch appeared.
"Three minutes yet. We're all right."

But a blocked electric car delayed them, and they swung up to the platform