those blue eyes gazed up at him with a vague inquiry.

The next second she appeared to recover consciousness. She drew a long,
deep breath, as though she were returning from some unknown deep, and a
faint little color flickered in her cheek.

"Oh, it's you?" she said, recognizing him. "How do you do? I think I
must have hurt myself when I fell. I tried to ride my horse down the
bank, and he slipped and fell with me, and I do not remember much after
that. He must have run away. I tried to walk, but--but I am better now.
Could you catch my horse for me?"

Keith rose and, followed the horse's track for some distance along the
little path. When he returned, the girl was still seated against
the rock.

"Did you see him?" she asked languidly, sitting up.

"I am afraid that he has gone home. He was galloping. I could tell from
his tracks."

"I think I can walk. I must."

She tried to rise, but, with the pain caused by the effort, the blood
sprang to her cheek for a second and then fled back to her heart, and
she sank back, her teeth catching her lip sharply to keep down an
expression of anguish.

"I must get back. If my horse should reach, the hotel without me, my
mother will be dreadfully alarmed. I promised her to be back by--"