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CHAPTER Iv.-(continued.)

CHAPTER iv.-(continued)
"You owe me something" he as
serted Whether it's much or little
must leave you TO figure out. A kiss
would cancel the debt-and cost you
nothing"
His further etfronteFy did not dis
concert her. now that she had taken
I his measure. He was rogue. but his
very recklessness appealed to her.
I'm Indebted 10 you for what you
have done" she said with a sufficient
tinge of gratitude In her tone. and
I'm only sorry you've given me cause
To distrust you-to the extent that
must ask you 10 get into your own car
now and go on. so that | also may
get away. thank you. sir. for such
courtesy as you have shown me. and,
In return, I'll count ten before
shoot"
"Oh, see here" he began, but she
had already started TO count in cold.
clear tone. "One-two-three-
And he saw that she meant no more
and no less than just what she said.
She would most assuredly fire II he
did not obey her. .
He was half inclined to take the
risk and chance her shot going wide.
SO desirable did she look standing
there alone under the dim stars. her
delicate features warmly aglow in the
CLEAN OF his upheld lamp, her clear
eyes meeting his clouded ones reso-
lutely. But some remnant of better
nature induced him TO give In. He
bowed 10 her with real respect as
q no ab o. at l.
ready guiding his car past hers.
He went on few yards. and stop
ped. watching her as she climbed TO
her seat, but made no further attempt
To annoy her.
IF everything isn't quite all right,
I'm here at your service" he called
through the gloom, but she nodded
briskly as she looked back. Every
things all right. thanks" she replied.
And I'm To have supper all by my
SELF" he inquired.
Good night" she responded briefly.
and went her way. leaving him star
ing regretfully after her.
She's no snob," he assured himself
fervently. "A Blue Grass filly, If ever
Internal girl that I'm going to marry,
I'd turn about and chase right after
her"
Ten minutes more took the object
OF his eulogy TO Jamaica, and the short
run through the lighted streets there
helped to build up her waning courage
against the long journey still before
her
She swept on at high speed. She
was a most expert driver and soon she
had almost recovered her normal spir-
its and was enjoying her wild night
ride. She would yet be home before
daybreak, and SO relieve some part OF
Fanchette's anxieties.
Hour after hour licked away with
out other occurrence, and for all her
haste. gray dawn was breaking across
the bay before she turned off the high
road on to a rougher one. slowed down
TO cross an uncertain bridge spanning
shallow salt water creek. and wheel
ed into an almost untrodden track
through thick belt of wood which
concealed small dwelling beside the
sea.
At the warning honk OF her horn a
door was flung wide from within. an
elderly woman ran forth with upilfted
hands, tragic eyes.
III Is you! crleu SHe III llemuiouS
French. as her young mistress STEP
ped down from the car.
ITS |. Fanchette," said the girl.
And thankful TO see you again, and
so tired that | can scarcely see.
You were not over-anxious, were
you?" she asked coaxingly, and put
an arm around the other as she saw
that her eyes were wet Now, don't
% nd
tell you all that happened. | had hard
enough work TO get home even at this
unearthly hour"
Fanchette unlocked the harm door
and they backed the motor in. Then
they went into the house.
The girl went YEARLY through TO a
tiny sitting room and threw herself
down on a couch by the window. while