Eleanor pleaded fatigue, and forthwith closed her wistful eyes.
Windomshire, with fine consideration, sank into a rapt study of the
flitting farm lands. Having got but little sleep among the coals, he
finally dropped off into a peaceful cat nap.
Omegon was reached before Eleanor had the courage to awaken him. She
did so then only because it was impossible for her to crawl over his
knees without losing her dignity; they were planted sturdily against
the seat in front. She fled like a scared child to Joe's side, her
mind made up to cling to him now, no matter what manner of opposition
prevailed.
"I'll go with you, Joe," she whispered fiercely. "I don't care what
any one says or thinks. Your cousin WILL meet us with the carriage,
won't he?" she concluded piteously. Windomshire also had taken the
bull by the horns and was helping Miss Courtenay from the train with
an assiduity that brought down the wrath of obstructing passengers
upon his devoted head.
"He said he would," replied Dauntless, his spirits in the clouds. "We
must get away from these people, Nell. I'll go crazy in another
minute. There's Derby waiting for instructions.
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