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Two dancing eyes of flame were streaming up the lane towards the girls, a long shadow slanted across the white pathway, the steady flick of hoofs drew nearer. Then the hoofs ceased their smiting of the dust and a man's voice spoke.
"Better turn and wait for us by the farm, driver," the voice said. "Bell, can you manage, man?"