"Where are your lights ?" The man did not reply.
Carl, whose normal instincts were friendly, sprang solicitously from the car.
"I beg your pardon," said he carelessly.

"Are you hurt ?" "No," said the other curtly.
"French," decided Carl, marking the European intonation.

"Badly shaken up, poor devil!--and not sure of his English.

That accounts for his peculiar silence.

Monsieur," said he civilly in French.