She did not beg him again for his evidence.
She sat still at his side with a strained look in her black eyes, and they rode in silence, with the storm heaping its white flakes on their shoulders, until they reached Ware Centre.
Then Madelon turned quickly to Jim Otis.

"Don't drive to my home," said she; "I would rather not go home yet.

Drive to Burr Gordon's house, please.

I want to see his mother.

Don't turn--keep straight on." "Yes, I know where he lives," said Jim, soberly.