She would follow him through that dreadful wilderness of snow.

She would run in the tracks of his wheels until she found him.
And then she would force him--she would force him--to listen to her while she poured out to him the foolish, the pitiably foolish truth! But what if he would not believe her?
What then?
What then?
She had sunk to her knees before the door, still beating madly upon it, and crying wildly at the keyhole for Jerry to come and set her free.
In every pause she heard the buzzing of the engine.

It seemed to her to hold a jeering note.

The outer door was open, and an icy draught blew over her face as she knelt there waiting for Jerry.

She broke off again to listen, and heard the muffled sounds of wheels in the snow.