sound of excited voices from within these cars bade Marjorie lose no
time.

"Will you please drive on before the others come up?" she entreated.
"They know now that something has happened. We ought not to have a crowd
around. I hope your passengers won't mind walking to the campus."

"Not a bit of it," assured two or three of the freshmen who had heard
her remarks.

"Thank you." Marjorie flashed the group of girls one of her beautiful,
kindly smiles which none of them forgot in a hurry.

Alarmed though she was by the accident, Margaret was half resentful of
Marjorie's calm manner. Still she had no choice but to do as she was
requested. She inwardly wished that Leslie had had the prudence to
drive moderately. This affair was likely to make trouble for them all.

"Ready?" she interrogated, turning in the driver's seat to Marjorie.

An affirmative and she started her car for the Hall. Just at the gate
they met the black and white roadster. Leslie was its sole occupant now.

"Hello!" she hailed. "Is that you, Margaret? What was the matter back
there? Do you know?" Leslie leaned far out of her car in the gathering
twilight.

"Your roadster hit Miss Langly. I don't know how it happened. She is in
my car. Her friends are with her. You'd better go on down and tell the
rest what has happened. They have stopped back there."

"What?" This time Leslie's pet interjection came involuntarily and with
a tinge of fear. "I saw a bunch of girls, but I was sure I didn't hit
any of them. See you at the Hall." Leslie started her car without
further words.

"She has nerve!" muttered Jerry. "She thinks she is going to slide out
of this easily. Well, she can't lay this outrage to anyone else. She had
no business to be exceeding the speed limit. She never sounded a horn,
either. Poor Kathie! I hope she isn't badly hurt."

"I--I--am all right, Jerry." Katherine had heard. "The car just brushed
me; hard--enough to throw me--on my back. That's all."

"That's all," repeated Lucy indignantly. "Enough, I should say. Musn't
talk much, Kathie. You'll be in your room and in bed right away."

"Glad of it. So--tired," mumbled Katharine, and closed her eyes again.

The injured girl was carried into the Hall just as a driving rain began
to descend. Miss Remson promptly telephoned for her own physician and
bustled about, an efficient first aid, until he arrived.

Established temporarily on the living room davenport, Katherine braced
up wond