istaken. You asked if I could not tell you more about
myself; I said I wished I could, and that perhaps I might. I meant
some time in the future; and I still hope I may--some time."

His look and tone convinced her; for she could recall nothing he had
asked about herself or that she had replied to, which could have made
any change in him. She studied him an instant more, fighting her
disappointment and the feeling of having been rebuffed.

They had been following the edge of the road, she along a path worn in
the turf, he on the edge of the road itself and nearer to the tracks of
the motors. As she faced him, she was slightly above him, her face
level with his. Suddenly she cried out and clutched at him. As they
had stopped, she had heard the sound of a motor approaching them
rapidly from behind. Except that this car seemed speeding faster than
the others, she had paid no attention and had not turned.
Instantaneously, as she had cried and pulled upon him, she had realized
that this car was not passing; it was directly behind and almost upon
him. She felt him spring to the side as quickly as he could; but her
cry and pull upon him were almost too late; as he leaped, the car
struck. The blow was glancing, not direct, and he was off his feet and
in motion when the wheel struck; but the car hurled him aside and
rolled him over and over.

As she rushed to Eaton, the two men in the rear seat of the car turned
their heads and looked back.

"Are you all right?" one called to Eaton; but without checking its
speed or swerving, the car dashed on and disappeared down the roadway.

She bent over Eaton and took hold of him. He struggled to his feet
and, dazed, tottered so that she supported him. As she realized that
he was not greatly hurt, she stared with horror at the turn in the road
where the car had disappeared.

"Why, he tried to run you down! He meant to! He tried to hurt you!"
she cried.

"No," Eaton denied. "Oh, no; I don't think so."

"But they went on without stopping; they didn't wait an instant. He
didn't care; he meant to do it!"

"No!" Eaton unsteadily denied again. "It must have been--an accident.
He was--frightened when he saw what he had done."

"It wasn't at all like an accident!" she persisted. "It couldn't have
been an accident there and coming up from behind the way he did! No;
he meant to do it! Did you see who was in the car--who was driving?"

He turned to her quickly. "Who?"