Thewomanhadsuspendedknittingandwasgazingintentlyacrossthehollowtothewest，wheretheroadfromthenorthenteredthelandscape。Susanturnedhereyesinthatdirection。Twohorsemenatagallopweremovingsouthward。Thegirlwaswellscreened，butinstinctivelyshedrewstillfurtherbackbehindthebushes——butnotsofarthatthetwoonhorseback，ridingsoeagerly，wereoutofherview。Theroaddippedintothehollow。
thegallopinghorsemendisappearedwithit。Susanshiftedhergazetothepointonthebrowofthehillwheretheroadreappeared。Shewasquiveringineverynerve。Whentheycameintoviewagainshewouldknow。
Theplaceshewaswatchingswambeforehereyes。Suddenlythetwo，stillatagallop，roseuponthecrestofthehill。JebandherUncleZeke！Hervisioncleared，hernervesteadied。
Theydidnotdrawreinuntiltheywereattheroadgateofthelittlehouse。Thewomanrose，putdownherknittingintheseatofherstiff，rush-bottomedrocker，advancedtothefence。Theairwasstill，butSusancouldnothearasound，thoughshecranedforwardandstrainedherearstotheuttermost。Sheshrankasifshehadbeenstruckwhenthethreebegantogazeupattherock——togaze，itseemedtoher，attheveryspotwhereshewasstanding。Washerscreenlessthickthanshethought？
Hadtheyseen——ifnother，perhapspartofherdress？