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-
substitutin' on this job, and wasn't in fer takin' no extry risks."
"Here, boy!" cried Donald, "hold my horse. The girth's broken; I'll
have to make another hole in the strap."
The word "boy" being a generic term was promptly appropriated by each
of the youngsters as applying to himself, and a fierce scramble ensued
in which the larger was victorious.
"Skeeter's it," announced the flagman, a self-constituted umpire. "Git
out 'er the way there, Chick, and give the gent a chanct to see what
he's a-doin'."
Chick, a large-headed, small-bodied goblin of a boy, made an
unintelligible, guttural sound in his throat and remained where he
was, evidently considering it of paramount importance that _he_ should
see what the gentleman was doing.
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