human
There! wasn't that great? exclaimed Marjorie, drawing Roland in at last, and turning to her friend, with sparkling eyes.
gpt
I don't believe you ever had a finer gallop than that in your life.
human
I don't believe I ever did, agreed Undine, straightening her sombrero, and pushing back the tumbled hair from her eyes.
gpt
Must we go back now?
human
I'm afraid so. Father and Mother don't like to have me stay out after sunset. Look at the mountains; they seem just as near as ever, don't they? And yet we've been riding straight away from them all the time.
gpt
Isn't it still? whispered Undine, with a deep breath.
human
I feel as if I ought to whisper, though I don't know why. I don't suppose there's another living soul within miles of us, and yet I'm not the least bit afraid.
gpt
There is, though, exclaimed Marjorie, in sudden astonishment.
human
Look at that man. Where can he be going? And she pointed with her whip-handle to a solitary figure, carrying a suit-case, which was slowly advancing in their direction.
gpt
He isn't an Indian or a Mexican, either, she added eagerly;
human
Perhaps he's a tramp, suggested Undine nervously.
gpt
We'd better hurry home.
human
Nonsense, she said indignantly.
gpt
The idea of wanting to run away! Besides, we can't; he's making signs to us to wait for him. He wants to speak to us.