I--I--" "Oh, you know that!" murmured the soft, strange voice.
But Kurt could not trust his ears and he had to make haste to terminate the confession into which his folly and emotion had betrayed him.

He scarcely heard her words.
"Yes....

I told you why I wanted you to know....

And now forget that--and when I'm gone--if you think of me ever, let it be about how much better it made me--to have all this good luck--to help your father and to save you!" The dust-cloud down the road came from a string of automobiles, flying along at express speed.

Kurt saw them with relief.
"Here come the cars on your trail," he called out.