triumphantly.

"Can this man get us to the next station in time?" she
questioned, looking at the black mountains and the dense foliage.
It was now quite dark.

"If he doesn't bump us to death before we get half way there.
He's driving like the wind."

"You must let me pay half his bill," she said, decidedly, from
the dark corner in which she was huddling.

He could find no response to this peremptory request.

"The road is growing rougher. If you will allow me to make a
suggestion, I think you will see its wisdom. You can escape a
great deal of ugly jostling if you will take hold of my arm and
cling to it tightly. I will brace myself with this strap. I am
sure it will save you many hard bumps."

Without a word she moved to his side and wound her strong little
arm about his big one.

"I had thought of that," she said, simply. "Thank you." Then,
after a moment, while his heart thumped madly: "Had it occurred
to you that after you ran so hard you might have climbed aboard
the train and ordered the conductor to stop it for me?"

"I--I never thought of that?" he cried, confusedly.