In fact, that is just what I am doing, running away from a woman!" He looked at her with his honest hazel eyes, and she liked him.

She felt he was telling her the truth, but it seemed to be a truth he was just finding out for himself as he talked.
"Why do you run away from a woman?
How could a woman hurt you?
Can she shoot ?" He flashed her a look of amusement and pain mingled.
"She uses other weapons," he said.

"Her words are darts, and her looks are swords." "What a queer woman! Does she ride well ?" "Yes, in an automobile!" "What is that ?" She asked the question shyly as if she feared he might laugh again; and he looked down, and perceived that he was talking far above her.

In fact, he was talking to himself more than to the girl.
There was a bitter pleasure in speaking of his lost lady to this wild creature who almost seemed of another kind, more like an intelligent bird or flower.
"An automobile is a carriage that moves about without horses," he answered her gravely.

"It moves by machinery." "I should not like it," said the girl decidedly.