and she leaned anxiously out as the little trap darted past.
"We can't stop," said Doran, as much to himself as to his companion. "I must have the pony, ma'am. Where can I leave you?"
"Anywhere here. Is there anything—any message I can deliver? I am a stranger, but I understand the need of haste. Ought not those pupils to be sent home?"
He put his hand upon the reins. "Stop him," he said. "You are quick to think, madam. Will you take a message to the school-house—to Miss Grant?"
"Surely."
They had passed the school-house and as the pony stopped, Doran sprang out and offered his hand, which she scarcely touched in alighting.
"What shall I say?" she asked as she sprang down.
"See Miss Grant. Tell her privately that Mr. Briefly has met with an accident, and that the children must be sent home quietly and at once. At once, mind."
"I understand." She turned away with a quick, nervous movement, but he stopped her.
"One moment. Your name, please? Your evidence may be wanted."
"By whom?"
"By the coroner; to corroborate our story."
