Then came the note of the hooter, mockingly distinct; and then the hum of the engine receding from the house.

The outer door banged, and the icy draught suddenly ceased.
With a loud cry she flung herself once more at the unyielding panels, bruising hands and shoulders against the senseless wood.
"Jerry! Jerry!" she cried, and again in anguished accents, "Jerry! Come to me, quick, oh, quick! Let me out! Let me out!" She heard a step upon the stairs.

He was coming.
In a frenzy she beat and shook the door to make him hasten.

She was ready to fly forth like a whirlwind in the wake of the speeding motor.

For she must follow him, she must overtake him; she must--Heaven help her! She must somehow make him understand! Oh, why was Jerry so slow?
Every instant was increasing the distance between her and that buzzing motor.