"I--I understand," he laughed softly.

"That is why you came, that first time, with pretty high-heeled pumps." He bowed his head, and she turned her face to him.

On her upturned mouth he kissed her.
"More than any other man ever loved a woman I love you, Niska, little goddess," he cried.
The minutes and the hours of that day stood out ever afterward in Kent's life as unforgettable memories.

There were times when they seemed illusory and unreal, as though he lived and breathed in an insubstantial world made up of gossamer things which must be the fabric of dream.

These were moments when the black shadow of the tragedy from which they were fleeing pressed upon him, when the thought came to him that they were criminals racing with the law; that they were not on enchanted ground, but in deadly peril; that it was all a fools' paradise from which some terrible shock would shortly awaken him.