Miss Celia had been laid comfortably in bed by the farmer’s wife and daughters, and, when the doctor arrived, bore the setting of her arm bravely.  No other serious damage appeared, and bruises soon heal, so Ben was sent home to comfort Thorny with a good report, and ask the squire to drive up in his big carry-all for her the next day, if she was able to be moved.

Mrs. Moss had been wise enough to say nothing, but quietly made what preparations she could, and waited for tidings.  Bab and Betty were away berrying, so no one had alarmed Thorny, and he had his afternoon nap in peace,—­an unusually long one, owing to the stillness which prevailed in the absence of the children; and when he awoke he lay reading for a while before he began to wonder where every one was.  Lounging out to see, he found Ben and Lita reposing side by side on the fresh straw in the loose box, which had been made for her in the coach-house.  By the pails, sponges and curry-combs lying about, it was evident that she had been refreshed by a careful washing and rubbing down, and my lady was now luxuriously resting after her labors, with her devoted groom half asleep close by.

“Well, of all queer boys you are the queerest, to spend this hot afternoon fussing over Lita, just for the fun of it!” cried Thorny, looking in at them with much amusement.

“If you knew what we’d been doing you’d think I ought to fuss over her, and both of us had a right to rest!” answered Ben, rousing up as bright as a button; for he longed to tell his thrilling tale, and had with difficulty been restrained from bursting in on Thorny as soon as he arrived.

He made short work of the story, but was quite satisfied with the sensation it produced; for his listener was startled, relieved, excited and charmed, in such rapid succession, that he was obliged to sit upon the meal chest and get his breath before he could exclaim, with an emphatic demonstration of his heels against the bin: 

“Ben Brown, I’ll never forget what you’ve done for Celia this day, or say ‘bow-legs’ again as long as I live!”

“George!  I felt as if I had six legs when we were going the pace.  We were all one piece, and had a jolly spin, didn’t we, my beauty?” and Ben chuckled as he took Lita’s head in his lap, while she answered with a gusty sigh that nearly blew him away.

“Like the fellow that brought the good news from Ghent to Aix,” said Thorny, surveying the recumbent pair with great admiration.

“What fellow?” asked Ben, wondering if he didn’t mean Sheridan, of whose ride he had heard.

“Don’t you know that piece?  I spoke it at school.  Give it to you now; see if it isn’t a rouser.”

And, glad to find a vent for his excitement, Thorny mounted the meal-chest, to thunder out that stirring ballad with such spirit that Lita pricked up her ears, and Ben gave a shrill “Hooray!” as the last verse ended,