She passed a mounted policeman, who
recognized her and raised his hand in salute, but the idea of reporting
the strange affair in the strip of woodland occurred to her only to be
dismissed. She felt that here was an ugly business that was not within
the grasp of a park patrolman, and, moreover, John Armitage was entitled
to pursue his own course in matters that touched his life so closely. The
thought of him reassured her; he was no simple boy to suffer such attacks
to pass unchallenged; and so, dismissing him, she raised her head and saw
him gallop forth from a by-path and rein his horse beside her.
"Miss Claiborne!"
The suppressed feeling in his tone made the moment tense and she saw that
his lips trembled. It was a situation that must have its quick relief, so
she said instantly, in a mockery of his own tone:
"Mr. Armitage!" She laughed. "I am almost caught in the dark. The
blandishments of spring have beguiled me."
He looked at her with a quick scrutiny. It did not seem possible that
this could be the girl who had called to him in warning scarce five
minutes before; but he knew it had been she,--he would have known her
voice anywhere in the world.
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