"Look where we are, Captain Hawksley!--out in the country with only a farmhouse or two in sight.

Johnston! Johnston!" She bent forward and rapped wildly on the glass panel.

"Johnston, stop!--turn round!--are you out of your head?
Captain Hawksley, stop him--stop him for pity's sake!" "Sit down, Miss Lorne." He made reply in a low, level voice, a voice in which there was something that made her pluck the child to her and hold him right to her breast.

"You are not going home to-night.

You are going for a ride with me; and if--Oh, that's your little game, is it ?" lurching forward as she made a frantic clutch at the handle of the door.