Her companion drew out his watch, looked at it with satisfaction, and changed the position of his hands on the reins.

Without being able to detect the difference, she felt they were slackening speed.

She turned inquiringly towards him; he nodded his head, with a half smile and a gesture to her to look ahead.
The spires of San Jose were already faintly uplifting from the distant fringe of oaks.
So soon! In fifteen minutes she would be there--and THEN! She remembered suddenly she had not yet determined what to do.

Should she go on at once to San Francisco, or telegraph to her father and await him at San Jose?
In either case a new fear of the precipitancy of her action and the inadequacy of her reasons had sprung up in her mind.

Would her father understand her?
Would he underrate the cause and be mortified at the insult she had given the family of his old friend, or, more dreadful still, would he exaggerate her wrongs and seek a personal quarrel with the major.