it was safe; she felt sure such was his
intention. Her faculties were alert. Was there a way out?

Her heart gave a throb, her hopes rose; if she could make him steer a
wrong course.

"You are not making for the main road," she said.

"Oh, yes, I am."

"You are not. If you upset the car you may be killed too," said Jane.

He hesitated; she might be right, there were several roads in the Park.
He wanted to get away as quickly as possible. He had no head lights;
it was safer.

"Which way ought I to go?" he asked.

"More to the left."

Jane knew the ground well; she could find her way in the dark almost as
certainly as her father. The car was nearing the road leading past the
moat and tower; it was not often used, but he would not be aware of
this in the dark.

"To the left?" he said. "There's no road there."

"Yes; a little farther on."

"You can see?" he said in surprise.

"I know the park as well in the dark as in the daytime," she answered.

He thought this not improbable; her father had taught her woodcraft,
the ways of the forest and the park.

"If you put me wrong you're done for," he said. "You'd better not play
tricks with me."

"Why should I when you threaten my life?" she replied quietly.

Her feelings were strung to the highest pitch; she was playing a
desperate game. She might lose her life, it was worth the risk. He
intended to kill her anyhow because she had given him away.

He thought her thoroughly frightened; she would hardly play him tricks,
she dare not. He underestimated her courage.

Jane peered into the blackness; she saw a faint line ahead and knew it
was the water in the moat. Her father had taught her to see water in
the dark--it comes easy when familiar with nature. Every sense was
alert; if she made a mistake he would not hesitate to kill her, for he
would know what she had tried to do.

The car jolted. Carl said angrily:

"We're off the road; what's your game? Take care."

"It's all right--a short cut to the main road. That's where you want
to go?" she said.

"The main road, yes."

"I'll tell you in a moment; turn sharp to the right then," said Jane.

The car went on. Jane's heart beat fast, her pulses throbbed
painfully. Would he do it, would he find out? It was an awful risk to
run.

"Now," she said as calmly and steadily as possible, "to the right."

Carl turned the steering wheel; the car swerved, bumped on the rough
grass; for a moment h