he asked , looking straight into the intelligent eyes , which were troubled but not wild . Lita threw up her head , and neighed loud and clear , as if she called her mistress ; and , turning , would have gone again if Ben had not caught the reins and held her . `` All right , we 'll find her ; '' and , pulling off the broken saddle , kicking away his shoes , and ramming his hat firmly on , Ben was up like a flash , tingling all over with a sense of power as he felt the bare back between his knees , and caught the roll of Lita 's eye as she looked round with an air of satisfaction . `` Hi , there ! Mrs. Moss ! Something has happened to Miss Celia , and I 'm going to find her . Thorny is asleep ; tell him easy , and I 'll come back as soon as I can ! '' Then , giving Lita her head , he was off before the startled woman had time to do more than wring her hands and cry out , -- `` Go for the Squire ! Oh , what shall we do ? '' As if she knew exactly what was wanted of her , Lita went back the way she had come , as Ben could see by the fresh , irregular tracks that cut up the road where she had galloped for help . For a mile or more they went , then she paused at a pair of bars , which were let down to allow the carts to pass into the wide hay-fields beyond . On she went again , cantering across the new-mown turf toward a brook , across which she had evidently taken a leap before ; for , on the further side , at a place where cattle went to drink , the mud showed signs of a fall . `` You were a fool to try there ; but where is Miss Celia ? '' said Ben , who talked to animals as if they were people , and was understood much better than any one not used to their companionship would imagine . Now Lita seemed at a loss , and put her head down , as if she expected to find her mistress where she had left her , somewhere on the ground . Ben called , but there was no answer ; and he rode slowly along the brook-side , looking far and wide with anxious eyes . `` May be she was n't hurt , and has gone to that house to wait , '' thought the boy , pausing for a last survey of the great , sunny field , which had no place of shelter in it but one rock on the other side of the little stream . As his eye wandered over it , something dark seemed to blow out from behind it , as if the wind played in the folds of a shirt , or a human limb moved . Away went Lita , and in a moment Ben had found Miss Celia , lying in the shadow of the rock , so white and motionless , he feared that she was dead . He leaped down , touched her , spoke to her ; and , receiving no answer , rushed away to bring a little water in his leaky hat to sprinkle in her face , as he had seen them do when any of the riders got a fall in the circus , or fainted from exhaustion after they left the ring , where `` do or die '' was the motto all adopted .
In a minute , the blue XXXXX opened , and she recognized the anxious face bending over her , saying faintly , as she touched it , -- `` My good little Ben , I knew you 'd find me , -- I sent Lita for you , -- I 'm so hurt , I could n't come . ''
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