"I declare, I don"t feel just easy about you folks starting out," said the farmer whose guests they had been. "Better watch the road some careful, you driver. I suppose you know it pretty well."
"He doesn"t, but I do!" called a tall youth from the driver"s seat.
"I"ll keep him straight. We"ll be all right. We"re due home at midnight, and we"ll be there, unless the roads are too heavy to keep the pace we came in."
"No, sir, we can"t ever keep the pace we come in," presently averred the man from the livery-stable, who was driving. "The road"s pretty heavy. I declare, I don"t know as I ever see snow so thick. Do I turn a little to the right here or do I keep straight ahead?"
"Straight ahead," answered the boy beside him, confidently. "I"ve been over this road a thousand times, and it doesn"t bend to the right for half a mile yet."
"It"s lucky you know," said the driver. "I"m all at sea already. Can"t see the fences only now and then. I"d ha" swung off there, sure, if you hadn"t said not."
As the rising wind began to whirl snowily about their ears and necks, the party turned up their coat-collars and tucked in their fur robes.
The horses were plowing with increasing difficulty through the heavily drifted roads, and more than once their driver found himself obliged to make a long detour around a drift which had not been in the road when they first came over it. Moreover, in spite of the snow, the air seemed to have grown colder and to be acquiring a penetrating, icy quality which at last made Jeff declare to Evelyn:
"You may say you"re not cold, but I"m going to insist on your letting me wrap this steamer rug found your shoulders, with the corner over your head, so. Now doesn"t that keep off a lot of wind?"
"Indeed it does, thank you," admitted Evelyn, with a little shiver she could not quite conceal.
"You _are_ cold!" Jeff said, anxiously.
"No colder than anybody else. Please don"t worry about me."
But he did worry, and with reason. Indeed, although n.o.body was willing yet to admit it, the situation was becoming a little unpleasant. In spite of the stout confidence of the boy on the seat with the driver, others who were somewhat familiar with the road were beginning to question his leading.
"That clump of trees doesn"t look natural just there," said one, standing up in the sleigh and trying to peer through the wall of snowflakes. "It"s too near. It ought to be a hundred feet away."
"No. You"re thinking we"re farther back than We are," declared Neil Ward, from the front seat. "We"re almost at the turn by the railroad."
"Why, we can"t be! We haven"t pa.s.sed the Winters farm. I tell you, you"re off the road."
"I think we are," agreed the driver, uneasily, pulling his cap farther over his snow-hung eyebrows. "I"ve been thinking so for quite a spell."
"We"re all right. You people just keep cool!" cried Neil.
"No trouble about keeping cool in this blizzard!" growled somebody, and there was a general laugh.
One of the girls started a song, and they all joined cheerily in. A proposition to toot the horns, forgotten in the bottom of the sleigh, with a hope of attracting attention from some one, was adopted, and a hideous din followed, and was kept up till every one was weary--with no result.
All at once, without warning, the horses plunged heavily and solidly to their steaming shoulders into an undreamed-of ditch, and the sleigh stopped, well into the same hole.
"Will you admit now that we"re off the road, Neil Ward?" cried some one, fiercely; and Neil, without contention but with evident chagrin, admitted it. There was no ditch that he was aware of within a mile of the highway.
Jeff drew the rugs tighter about Evelyn, then lifted a corner to peer in. "Don"t be frightened, little girl. We"ll get out of this all right,"
he said, as cheerfully as he could, although he was alarmed for her safety more than he would have dared to admit, even to himself.
The other girls were all strong, healthy specimens of young womanhood, presumably able to endure a good deal of cold and exposure without danger of serious harm. But this little sensitive plant! Jeff waited in suspense for her answer.
It came in a clear, sweet voice, without a particle of fright in it: "Of course we shall. And won"t it be fun to tell about it afterward?"
"You"re right, it will!" he responded, with enthusiasm. Inwardly he said, "You"re a plucky one, all right." Then, with the other fellows, he leaped out of the sleigh, and went to trampling down the snow around the imprisoned horses.
Alone together, after Randolph and Lucy had gone to bed, Andrew and Charlotte pa.s.sed the long evening. Charlotte was not willing to let Evelyn come home to a closed and silent house, so the two awaited her arrival.
"Why, Andy, it"s snowing furiously!" said Charlotte, from the window, whither she had gone at the stroke of twelve. Doctor Churchill put down the book from which he had been reading aloud, and came to her side.
"So it is. Blowing, too. But it can"t have been at it long or we should have noticed."
"I"ve been noticing the wind now and then for the last hour. I hope it"s not grown cold. I wouldn"t have anything happen to upset Evelyn"s improvement for the world."
"Nothing will. They"ll be home before the half-hour. Come back and listen to the rest of this chapter."
Charlotte came back, but as the quarter-hours went slowly by she became restless, and vibrated so continually between fireplace and window that Andy finally put away the book and kept her company.
"It"s growing worse every minute." Charlotte"s face was pressed close against the frosty pane. "If they don"t come by one it will look as if something had happened."
"Oh, they"re at the irresponsible age. When they come they"ll say, "Why, we didn"t dream it was so late!""
"Jeff"s not irresponsible when he gives a promise. He never breaks one,"
Charlotte answered, confidently.
"This storm would make the roads heavy. Even if they started on time, they would have to travel twice as slowly as when they went. Stop worrying, dear; it"s not in character for you."
Charlotte closed her lips, but when the clock struck one her eyes spoke for her. "Evelyn is so delicate," they said, mutely, and Andy answered as if she had spoken.
"Evelyn is wrapped too heavily to be cold. Besides, they"ll all take care of her. She won"t come to any harm, I"m sure of it. They"ll be here before half-past-one, I"m confident, and then we can antidote any chill she may have got."
But at half-past-one there was still no sign of the sleighing party.
Moreover, the storm was steadily increasing; it had become what is known as a "blizzard." Even in the protected suburban street the drifts were beginning to show size, and the arc-light at the corner was almost lost to view through the downfall.
Charlotte turned to her husband with something like imperiousness in her manner, and met the same decision in his look. Before she could speak he said:
"Yes, I"ll go to meet them. It does look as if they might be stalled somewhere. It"s rather a lonely road till they reach the railroad, and it"s possible they"ve missed the way."
He went to the telephone.
"Andy," cried Charlotte, following him, "order a double sleigh, please!
I must go with you."
He turned and looked at her, hesitating. "It isn"t necessary, dear. I"ll go over and wake up Just, I think. We two will be--"
"I must go," she interrupted. "I couldn"t endure to wait here any longer. And if Evelyn should be very much chilled she"ll need me to look after her. Besides--"
He smiled at her. "You won"t let me get lost in a snow-drift myself without you."
She nodded, and ran away to make ready. By the time the livery-stable had been awakened from its early morning apathy, and had sent round the double sleigh with the best pair of horses in its stalls, the party was ready.
Just, awakened by s...o...b..a.l.l.s thrown in at his open window, had joyfully dressed himself. At the last moment Charlotte had thought of the automobile headlight, and this, hurriedly filled and lighted, streamed out over the snow as the three jumped into the sleigh. All were warmly dressed, and Charlotte had brought many extra wraps, as well as a supply of medicines for a possible emergency of which she did not like to think.