"You see I can always
depend upon myself to make a fool of myself. It was that bad place in
the fence that did it." He pulled up his horse suddenly as they were
starting. "And that reminds me; there is one thing you positively must
tell me before I can go a foot, even toward supper. How much farther is
it to the corner of this field?"
She looked at him in pretty amazement. "To the corner of this field?"
"Yes, I knew, of course, that if I followed the fence it was bound to
lead me around the field and so back to where I started. That's why I
kept on; I thought I could finish the job and get home, even if Snip did
compel me to ride the fence on foot."
"But don't you know that this is a drift fence?" she asked, her eyes
dancing with fun.
"That's what the Dean called it," he admitted. "But if it's drifting
anywhere, it's going end on. Perhaps that's why I couldn't catch the
corner."
"But there is no corner to a drift fence," she cried.
"No corner?"
She shook her head as if not trusting herself to speak.
"And it doesn't go around anything--there is no field?" Again she shook
her head.
"Just runs away out in the country somewhere and stops?"
She nodded.
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