In another moment Weston's arm was around her waist.

Then there was empty blackness beneath them as the cars sped out upon a slender trestle, and the roar of a torrent came up from below through the clash and clatter and clamor of the wheels.

There was probably no risk at all, for there were rails on either side of them, but the girl, who had almost lost her footing, was glad of the man's steadying hand, and did not draw herself away until the big locomotives were speeding smoothly on beneath the shadowy pines again.

Then she drew back a pace or two.
"Thank you," she said quietly.
Weston took off his battered hat, and, stepping across the platform, opened the door of the adjoining car.

When she had passed through it, he sat down and took out his pipe, with a curious little thrill running through him and his nerves tingling.
Ida, also, felt her face grow a trifle hot, and, though she was as composed as usual when she joined Mrs.Kinnaird, her thoughts were busy for some time afterward.