A Man's Woman
When Lloyd at length managed to free herself and jump to the ground Bennett
came quickly toward her and drew her away to the side of the road.
"Are you hurt?" he demanded. "Tell me, are you hurt?"
"No, no; not in the least."
"Why in the world did you want to drive such a horse? Don't ever take such
chances again. I won't have it."
For a few moments Lloyd was too excited to trust herself to talk, and could only
stand helplessly to one side, watching Bennett as he stripped off the harness
from the dead horse, stowed it away under the seat of the cart, and rolled the
cart itself to the edge of the road. Then at length she said, trying to smile and to
steady her voice:
"It—it seems to me, Mr. Bennett, you do about—about as you like with my sta-
"Sit down!" he commanded, "you are trembling all over. Sit down on that rock
"—and with me," she added, sinking down upon the boulder he had indicated
with a movement of his head, his hands busy with the harness.
"I'm sorry I had to do that," he explained; "but there was no help for it—nothing
else to do. He would have had you in the canal in another second, if he did not
kill you on the way there."
"Poor old Rox," murmured Lloyd; "I was very fond of Rox."
Bennett put himself in her way as she stepped forward. He had the lap-robe over
his arm and the whip in his hand.
"No, don't look at him. He's not a pretty sight. Come, shall I take you home?
Don't worry about the cart; I will see that it is sent back."
"And that Rox is buried—somewhere? I don't want him left out there for the
crows." In spite of Bennett's injunction she looked over her shoulder for a
moment as they started off down the road. "I only hope you were sure there was
nothing else to do, Mr. Bennett," she said.