Then we can be married at home,
and I can have a veil and a r-ring and presents."
She smiled at him coaxingly, but he folded his arms and scowled.
"You go with me to the city, or you go back to Clayton with him. You
have just three minutes to make up your mind."
[Illustration: "Sandy saw her waver"]
Sandy saw her waver. The first minute she looked at him, the second at
Carter. He took no chances on the third. With a quick bound, he was
in the buggy and turning the horse homeward.
"But I've decided to go with Carter!" cried Annette, hysterically.
"Turn b-back, Sandy! I've changed my mind."
"Change it again," advised Sandy as he laid the whip gently across the
horse's back.
Carter Nelson flung furiously off to catch the train for town, while
the would-be bride shed bitter tears on the shoulder of the would-be
suicide.
The snow fell faster and faster, and the gray day deepened to dusk.
For a long time they drove along in silence, both busy with their own
thoughts.
Suddenly they were lurched violently forward as the horse shied at
something in the bushes. Sandy leaned forward in time to see a figure
on all fours plunging back into the shrubbery.
"Annette," he whispered excitedly, "did you see that man's face?"
"Yes," she said, clinging to his arm; "don't leave me, Sandy!"
"What did he look like? Tell me, quick!"
"He had little eyes like shoe-buttons, and his teeth stuck out.
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