She looked so innocent and unconscious when she
turned her eyes on Joe, that it was quite provoking.
She talked though; talked about her fright, and about Joe's coming up to
rescue her, and about her gratitude, and about her fear that she might
not have thanked him enough, and about their always being friends from
that time forth--and about all that sort of thing. And when Joe said,
not friends he hoped, Dolly was quite surprised, and said not enemies
she hoped; and when Joe said, couldn't they be something much better
than either, Dolly all of a sudden found out a star which was brighter
than all the other stars, and begged to call his attention to the same,
and was ten thousand times more innocent and unconscious than ever.
In this manner they travelled along, talking very little above a
whisper, and wishing the road could be stretched out to some dozen times
its natural length--at least that was Joe's desire--when, as they were
getting clear of the forest and emerging on the more frequented road,
they heard behind them the sound of a horse's feet at a round trot,
which growing rapidly louder as it drew nearer, elicited a scream from
Mrs Varden, and the cry 'a friend!' from the rider, who now came panting
up, and checked his horse beside them.
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