The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-12-29

wits. He was intent even as ne drove, the speedometer soaring peril ously close to 80. on planning a course of action. The fact that 1t looked as though he almost had lost Sally only made Corey more deter mined than ever that he was going to win her.
 "You're not afraid, are you?" Sally leased, her bright glance meeting Dams grave one again. She loved the wind in her hair, fan- ming her cheeks. She loved the sense of excitement. She had not quite got all that out of her blood, even though she thought she had changed so much-for Dan.
 Dan said, "No, I'm not afraid"
 There was a difference between fear and common sense. But if Sally and Corey enjoyed this wild speed Dan was willing to share it. He had got to the place, at last where he could share the things that Sally and her friends did. The place where he felt that he fitted in their bright playworld.
 Oh, yes, Dan had changed. He had adapted himself as best he could. He had made himself over, to some extent. Though inwardly he always would remain the same per son, with the same ideals that he had always had.
 Sally had told him once that he could belong to her world. She had said she would make it right" for him to belong. But Dan had done that by himself. At least he felt that he had come a long enough way that now-maybe tonight, if the opportunity presented itself-he could tell Sally something that he had not dared tell her before.
 He told himself that he would be content to share her world with her, if Sally would let him. The world that once he had though he despised and would not want to belong in. He would give up his old ambitions and dreams. Perhaps he would never again set out to con- quer mountains. Perhaps makingS the Olympics, becoming the iKng of Skis once more did not really compare to belonging with Sally. He had told Sally once that he would not always be content to be friends. That when he had licked certain things he would have some thing more than friendship to ask of her. He believed he had licked them. He believed Sally could give what he wanted most out of life to him. For he believed in Sally Blair now.
 This Dan was thinking, as they approached a curve in the road. Corey took his foot of the accel- orator rounded the curve with a whining singing of tires, the wind humming in their ears.
 Then Dan leaned across Sally, pressig her against the leather seat, pressing her against the leather seat ing wheel to give it strong wrench that sent the low roadster heading straight for a narrow ditch.
 What the devil ;" Corey pro- tested, fighting the wheel again just in time to keep them from go- ing of the road. But even as he voiced his angry protest his face drained white. A huge dark shadow had passed them, grazing the rear end of the roadster with a sicken- ing screech. If Dan had not grabbed the wheel then there would have been a smashing head-on with tragic consequences.
 Corey slowed down, as soon as he was able, pulled up to stop. The big truck, apparently unaware that it had hit them, continued on it's way.
 None of them spoke for a long moment. A moment during which speech was impossible.
 Corey frankly took out his pocket kerchief to mop his perspiring fore head.
 Then Sally said quietly though a bit shakily, "You were right again as usual, Dan. We would have been killed if it had not been for you" One again Dan had saved her life. Once again, as Corey rec ognized grimly, Dan had played the hero. Had outsmarted him.
 Perhaps that was what made Corey decide to carry out the plans he had been busy formulating. Per- haps he was not so much to blame for what he was to do. After all another man steal your girl, but to it was pretty hard, not only to have make you look like a fool before her. That was a bit more than Corsey Porter could take.
 "Sallys right" Corey said. we certainly owe you a lot, Dan. I'll make it up to you, some way" He opened the door to get out to see what damage had been done. The