A great giddiness came upon her.

She reeled in the saddle.
And then a hand caught her; or was it one of those outstretched skeleton arms?
For a moment she hung powerless; then she was drawn close--close--to a man's breast, and felt the leap and throb of a man's heart against her own.
Breathless and palpitating, she lifted her face.

His eyes looked deeply into hers, eyes that glowed like molten steel, and in an instant her illusion was swept away.

It seemed to her that for the first time she looked upon Burke Ranger as he was, and her whole being recoiled in sudden wild dismay from what she saw.
"Ah! Let me go!" she said.
He held her still, but his hold slackened.

"I won the race," he said.
"Yes, but--but it was only a game," she gasped back incoherently.
"You--you can't--you won't----" "Kiss you ?" he said.