saw the gates immediately in front of them descending. Instantly he
flung himself out of the saddle, and sprang for Prince's head. The
horse, almost under the nose of the engine, reared frantically,
swerved, then came to a trembling stand, as Miss Lady deftly loosened
her skirt from the pommel, and swung herself to the ground.

In a second Don was beside her.

"Are you hurt?" he cried, catching her arm with his free hand and
looking anxiously into her face.

"Not a bit. Who won?" she asked with a little catch in her voice.

"Lord! You were plucky! If anything had happened to you!" his hand
tightened on her wrist, and he drew in his breath sharply.

The afternoon freight came lumbering by, and they stood close together
with the hot breath of the engine in their faces. Her hair blew across
his face and he could feel her body trembling against his shoulder.
Neither of them seemed to be aware of the fact that he still held her
hand, and that the horses were tugging at their respective bridles.

As the train thundered past and the gates lifted, Miss Lady turned
quickly and began to pin up her loosened hair.

"Pretty narrow shave, Miss," commented a redheaded man with a flag,
hurrying across the track, and joining an old apple-woman and two
small boys who constituted an interested audience.

"I seen you a-coming an' would 'a' let you through, only I'm a-