I could hear him calling out his orders in the hotel
office to have his horse harnessed, while he was talking to me."
The effort was triumphantly made, and Julian Bayne was coming, but as she
returned from the chill hall to the illumined, warm room the tinkle of
ice on the window-pane caught her attention for the first time.
"Snow?" she said, appalled; then, listening a moment: "And there is
sleet! I wonder if it is more than a flurry."
She ran to the window, but, already frozen, the sash refused to rise. She
pressed her cheek to the pane and beheld aghast a ghostly and sheeted
world, so fast had the snowflakes fallen, and still the sleet sent its
crystal fusillade against the glass.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, "Julian Bayne can never come safely through this ice
storm and up the mountain. Listen--listen! It is hailing now! Oh, he will
break his neck! Remember what a wild and savage thing it is that Julian
Bayne calls a fast horse! He will lose his way in the woods and freeze to
death; and after all, it is perhaps for nothing.
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