Betty drew away from him, an angry color on her cheeks and an angry light in her eyes.

"Forgive me, Betty!" muttered Murrell, but his heart beat against his ribs, and passion sent its surges through him.

"Don't you know what I'm trying to tell you ?" he whispered.

Betty gathered up her reins.

"Not yet--" he cried, and again he rested a heavy hand on hers.