She was lithe and gracefully built, and quick in her motions. There
was eager alertness in her whole aspect; her glance was swift and her
voice imperious. One could read her at a glance for a person
accustomed to command--impatient and adventurous, passionate and
proud.
"I've had an adventure," said her cousin by way of explanation.
"Samuel, here, saved my life."
And Samuel thrilled to see the sudden look of interest which came into
the girl's face.
"What!" she cried.
"Yes," said the other. "Spitfire ran away with me."
"You don't mean it, Bertie!"
"Yes. The rein broke. He started near the gate here and ran three or
four miles with me."
"Bertie!" cried the girl. "And what happened?"
"Samuel stopped him."
"How?"
"It was splendid, Glad--the nerviest thing I ever saw. He just flung
himself at the rein and caught it and hung on. He saved my life,
beyond question."
And now Samuel, burning up with embarrassment, faced the full blaze of
the girl's impetuous interest. "How perfectly fine!" she exclaimed;
then, "Where do you come from?" she asked.
"He's just off a farm," said Lockman. "He was on his way to New York
to make his fortune. And think of it, Glad, he'd been robbed, and he'd
been wandering about town begging for work, and he was nearly
starving."
"You don't say so!" gasped the girl.
She took a chair and indicated to Samuel to sit in front of her.
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