But--but I can go through." Her voice proved her weakness, although it was determined enough, and Keith, yielding to sudden impulse, put out his hand, and permitted it to rest upon hers, clasped across the pommel.

Her eyes drooped, but there was no change of posture.
"Your nerve is all right," he said, admiringly, "you have shown yourself a brave girl." "I could not be a coward, and be my father's daughter," she replied, with an odd accent of pride in her choking voice, "but I have been afraid, and--and I am still." "Of what?
Surely, not that those fellows will ever catch up with us ?" "No, I hardly know what, only there is a dread I cannot seem to shake off, as if some evil impended, the coming of which I can feel, but not see.

Have you ever experienced any such premonition ?" He laughed, withdrawing his hand.
"I think not.

I am far too prosaic a mortal to allow dreams to worry me.

So far I have discovered sufficient trouble in real life to keep my brain active.