"Not very much, but I was dreadfully frightened, because the man groaned and acted as if he was nearly dead,--he was a negro, you understand,--and I was afraid he would arrest me, before I could find father. You see it was early and there weren't any white people out, but there were a lot of negroes and I thought they would take his part. In the end they were awfully nice. A big black man helped me up and scolded the man on the wheel, and made him say he was sorry, and then I walked home and brushed off the dust and got a scolding from father for being so heedless, and made him promise not to tell you girls. But just for a few minutes I should have been awfully glad to have a hero come and rescue me. I suppose, though, he was probably sound asleep," ended Betty practically. "He's always late to breakfast."