Charlie's Angels [antikvár]

One The stable attendant picked up the rin^g phone and said, "Stables." A cultured male voice answered, "Miss Sabrina Duncan, please." "She's out riding," the attendant said. Then he glanced through the open stable door and saw a horse and rider oii the equestrian trail a quarter of a mile away on the other side of a sparsely wooded area. "Just a minute. I just spotted her. Maybe I can signal her in." Setting down the phone, he went outdoors and emitted a shrill, penetrating whistle. Reining in her trotting horse, the rider looked that way. When the attendant waved his arms, then made a beckoning gesture, she waved back in acknowledgment. The attendant returned to the stable, picked up the phone, and said into it, "Be here in a minute." It was a good mile and a quarter back to the stables by the winding equestrian trail, but only a quarter of a mile as the crow flew. The trouble was that the across-country route was pretty rough. Sabrina Duncan chose the shorter route anyway. Trotting the big chestnut stallion a few yards away from the fiive-foot-high wooden fence edging the trail, she urged him forward again at a gallop. He cleared the fence easily, cleared a fallen log just beyond it, and a narrow stream just beyond the log without slowing his headlong pace, and raced between the trees toward the stables. The rider sometimes bent low to avoid being swept from the saddle by tree branches, sometimes rode erect, but always