The side of his forehead was bleeding where a bullet from the revolver of the man he had captured had grazed his temple.
"Too bad to trouble you," he muttered.
"It's the least we can do," she declared, laughing nervously.

"Forgive me if my fingers tremble.

It is the excitement of the last few minutes." Hunterleys stood quite still.

Words seemed difficult to him just then.
"You were very brave, Henry," she said quietly.

"Whom--whom are you going down with ?" "I am with Richard Lane," he answered, "in his two-seated racer." She bit her lip.
"I did not mean to come alone with Mr.Draconmeyer, really," she explained.