"Drive like the very deuce!" Then the door slammed, the driver
clattered up to his seat, and the horses were off with a rush.

"Where are we going?" she demanded, sitting very straight and
defiant.

"After that train--I'll tell you all about it when I get my
breath. This is to be the quickest escape from a dilemma on
record--providing it is an escape." By this time they were
bumping along the flinty road at a lively rate, jolting about on
the seat in a most disconcerting manner. After a few long, deep
breaths he told her how the ride in the Springs hack had been
conceived and of the arrangement he had made with the despatcher.
He furthermore acquainted her with the cause of his being left
when he might have caught the train.

"Just as I reached the track, out of breath but rejoicing, I
remembered having seen you on that side street, and knew that you
would be left. It would have been heartless to leave you here
without protection, so I felt it my duty to let the train go and
help you out of a very ugly predicament."

"How can I ever repay you?" she murmured. "It was so good and so
thoughtful of you. Oh, I should have died had I been left here
alone. Do you not think my uncle will miss me and have the train
sent back?" she went on sagely.

"That's so!" he exclaimed, somewhat disconcerted. "But I don't
know, either. He may not miss you for a long time, thinking you
are in some other car, you know. That could easily happen,"