"Your father will be in one of them." * * * * * Kurt opened the door of the car and stepped down.

He could not help his importance or his pride.

Anderson, who came running between two cars that had stopped abreast, was coatless and hatless, covered with dust, pale and fire-eyed.
"Mr.Anderson, your daughter is safe--unharmed," Kurt assured him.
"My girl!" cried the father, huskily, and hurried to where she leaned out of her seat.
"All right, dad," she cried, as she embraced him.

"Only a little shaky yet." It was affecting for Dorn to see that meeting, and through it to share something of its meaning.

Anderson's thick neck swelled and colored, and his utterance was unintelligible.