CHAPTER III
OFF FOR A GALLOP
The crowd at the Littell lunch table (and it was literally a "crowd"although the Guerin girls and some of the other over Christmas visitorshad already gone home) hailed Betty's arrival vociferously.
"How do you stand it?" asked Uncle Dick, smiling at Mrs. Littell whopresided at one end of the table. "I should think they would drive youdistracted."
Mrs. Littell laughed jovially and beamed at her young company. "I am onlydistracted when Mr. Littell and I are here alone," she rejoined. "This iswhat keeps us young."
"You've only a shake to eat in, Betty," exclaimed Bobby Littell, who wasvery dark and very gay and very much alive all of the time. "Do hurry.We're 'most through."
"Dear me! what can I eat in a shake?" murmured Betty, as the soup wasplaced before her. "And I am hungry."
"A milk-shake should be absorbed in a shake," observed Bob Henderson,grinning at her from across the table.
"I need more than that, Bob, after what I have been through this morning.Such a job as shopping is! And oh, Bobby! I've got the loveliest thing toshow you. You'll just squeal!"
"What is it?" cried Bobby, eager and big-eyed at once. "Do hurry yourluncheon, Betty. We've all got to change, and it's almost time."
"Time for what?" demanded Betty, trying to eat daintily but hurriedly.
But Mrs. Littell called them to order here. "Give Betty time to eatproperly. Whatever it is, Betty, it can't begin until you are ready."
"I'm through, Mother," said Bobby. "May I be excused? I'll have to helpEsther, you know. You'd better forget your appetite, Betty," she whisperedas she passed the latter on her way out of the room. "Time and tide waitfor no man--or girl either."
"What does she mean?" wondered Betty, and became a little anxious as theothers began to rise, too, and were excused. "Have we got to change? Whatis it--the movies? Or a party? Of course, it isn't skating? Even if therewas a little scale of ice last night, it would never in this world bearus," added Betty, utterly puzzled.
Bob Henderson had slipped around to her side of the table and leaned overher chair back to whisper in Betty's ear:
"You've got to be ready in twenty minutes. The horses won't stand thiscold weather--not under saddle."
"Saddle! Horses!" gasped Betty Gordon, rising right up from the table withthe soup spoon in her hand. "I--I don't believe I want any more luncheon,Mrs. Littell. Really, I don't need any more. Will you please excuse me?"
"Not if you run away with my spoon, Betty," laughed her hostess. "It wasthe dish that ran away with the spoon, and you are not a dish, dear."
"She'll be dished if she doesn't hurry," called Bob from the door, andthen he disappeared.
"Sit down and finish your luncheon, Betty," advised Mrs. Littell. "Iassure you that they will not go without you. The men can walk the horsesabout a little if it is necessary."
"I haven't been in a saddle since I left the land of oil and my own dearClover-pony!" cried Betty later, as she ran upstairs. "I know just wheremy riding habit is. Oh, dear! I hope I have as spirited a horse as dearClover was. Are you all ready, Bobby? And you, too, Louise--and Esther?Goodness me! suppose Carter had broken down on the road and hadn't broughtme back in time----
"Libbie! For goodness' sake don't sit down in that chair. That package hasgot the loveliest orange silk over-blouse in it. Wait till you see it,Bobby."
She fairly dragged the plump girl, Libbie, away from the proximity of thechair in question and then began to scramble into her riding dress. Theclatter of hoofs was audible on the drive as she fixed the plain gold pinin her smart stock.
"Of course," Betty said with a sigh, "one can't wear a locket, with orwithout a chain, when one is riding. That dear locket Uncle Dick gave me!I suppose it is safe enough in my bag. Well, I'm ready."
They all ran down to the veranda to see the mounts. Betty's was abeautiful gray horse named Jim that she had seen before in the Fairfieldsstables.
"He's sort of hard-bitted, Miss," said the smiling negro who held thebridle and that of Bobby's own pony, a beautiful bay. "But he ain't got abad trick and is as kind as a lamb, Miss."
"Oh, I'm not afraid of him," declared Betty. "You ought to see my Clover.All right, Uncle Dick, I'm up!"
They were all mounted and cantering down the drive in a very few minutes.Even plump little Libbie sat her steed well, for she had often ridden overher own Vermont hills.
"I don't know where we're going, but I'm on my way!" cried Betty, who wasdelighted to be once more in the saddle.
"We're going right across country to Bolter's stock farm," Louise toldher. "Here's where we turn off. There will be some fences. Can you jump afence, Betty?"
"I can go anywhere this gray horse goes," declared Betty proudly.
But Bob rode up beside her before they came to the first jump. "Look outfor the icy places, Betsey," he warned her. "None of these horses aresharpened. They never have ice enough down here in Virginia to worryabout, so they say."
Which was true enough on ordinary occasions. But the frost the nightbefore had been a hard one and the air was still tingling with it. In theshady places the pools remained skimmed over. A gallop over the fields andthrough the woodland paths put both the horses and riders in a glow ofexcitement.
Perhaps Betty was a little careless--at least too confident. Her gray gotthe lead and sped away across some rough ground which bordered a ravine.Bob shouted again for her to be careful, and Betty turned and waved herhand reassuringly to him.
It was just then that Jim slipped on the edge of the bank. Both of hisfront feet slid on an icy patch and he almost came to his knees. Bettysaved herself from going over his head by a skillful lunge backward,pulling sharply on the reins.
But the horse did not so easily regain his foot-hold. The edge of the bankcrumbled. Betty did not utter a sound, but the girls behind her screamedin unison.
"Stop! Wait! She'll be killed!"
Betty knew that Bob was coming at a thundering pace on his brown mount;but the gray horse was on its haunches, sliding down the slope of theravine, snorting as it went. Betty could not stop her horse, but she clungmanfully to the reins and sat back in her saddle as though glued to it.
Just what would happen when they reached the bottom of the slope was avery serious question.