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He'll be be sure to catch us." "She's never late. Besides, what if he does catch us? We don't have to go back, do we? You're of age. Brace up; be a man!" he called back encouragingly. "There are too many men as it is," she wailed, sinking back into the tonneau. "Here we are!" he shouted, as the car whizzed into a murky, dimly lighted street on the edge of Fenlock, the county seat.
"Go ahead anything I can do," said the other, blankly. Windomshire continued in lowered tones: "Deucedly awkward, but I forgot my bags at Fenlock. I see you've got yours. Would you mind lending me a fresh shirt and a collar, old chap?" "Gladly," cried Joe, very much relieved. "Will you take them now?" starting to open his bag. Windomshire hastily interposed. "I'd rather not, old chap.
But it is possible and quite probable that he if, as you say, he was on to your I should say, aware of your flight, it is probable that he succeeded in detaining Joe in Fenlock. That would " "Impossible! Joe wouldn't let him!" she cried indignantly. "Perhaps Joe couldn't help himself. Such things happen. At any rate, you'll understand, the despised enemy could have " "Mr.
Derby, coming on from his eastern home in loyal acquiescence to his friend's request, had designedly taken this train, it being understood that Dauntless would board it at Fenlock with his fair conspirator. We all know why Dauntless failed to perform his part of the agreement; Derby, with the perspicuity of a college man, finally advanced a reason for his inexplicable failure to appear.
Night again and again the mist and the drizzle; again the country lane, but without the warm club-house fire, the cheery lights, the highball, and the thumping motor car. Soggy, squashy mud instead of the clean tonneau; heavy, cruel wading through unknown by-ways in place of the thrilling rush to Fenlock.
Her sharp ears caught the sound which told her that the motor had stopped down the street; it was a welcome sound, for it meant that he was racing back to the station and just in time, too; the flyer was pounding the rails less than half a mile away. Fenlock was a division point in the railroad. The company's yards and the train despatcher's office were located there.
"Turn to your right at the next crossing," he shouted back to Windomshire. Then to himself hopefully: "If he does that, he'll miss Fenlock by three miles." They had covered two rash, terrifying miles before a word was spoken. Then he heard her voice in his ear an anxious, troubled voice that could scarcely be heard above the rushing wind. "What will we do if the train is late, dear?
Windomshire is not a despised enemy. He's a VERY nice man, Mr. Derby," she interrupted. "Certainly, Miss Thursdale. What I meant to say was, that he was morally sure of preventing the wedding if he could only keep you far enough apart. Now that is probably what he has done. You can't marry Joe in Omegon or anywhere else unless he is there and not in Fenlock." "I see.
"You're not weakening, are you?" he cried. "Shall I turn back?" She was silent for half a mile. "No," she replied at last, "I couldn't climb UP that ladder. And besides " with a gasp as the car shot over the railroad tracks, "we never could get as good a start as this again." "Bully for you!" he shouted. "How far is it to Fenlock, Joe?" she asked, a quaver in her high- pitched voice.
Well, I'll go back to Fenlock!" she exclaimed emphatically, a little line of determination and stubbornness settling about the erstwhile trembling lips. "I admire your loyalty," he said warmly. "Just at present, however, we are water-bound here, and we've got to make the best of it. I fancy Joe will telegraph before long." "If if he hasn't been hurt. Oh, Mr. Derby, they may have fought.
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