in front, the high school, the Court House. And by the Court House, under a lamp post a tall familiar figure with a girl. The girl had her hand on the man's arm, was looking up, talking urgently. Jake brought the car to a grating stop.
"That you, Tom?"
"Yeah. Who is it?"
"Mallory. You coming out tonight?"
"I'm starting soon as I get my horse."
Tom was peering into the darkness. Kay shrank back.
"That Nellie you've got there?"
"Yes," said Jake, and got under way again.
Jake only spoke once on the way to the side-track and the car.
"You all right still?"
"I'm cold," she said. "I guess you were right after all. Everybody was right!" But that was silly; she was talking nonsense. "I'll get a wrap from the car," she said.
Her teeth were chattering again.
Once in the Mariposa she pulled herself together. William, cheerful and garrulous after his long vigil on the side-track, the lights, her grandfather's stateroom, now her own, all of them helped to restore her to a semblance of normality. That strange madness of hers, which had grown through the day to that crazy impulse to run after the car, was gone.
She moved about, fingering this and that, while the cook made her coffee and Jake saw the station agent with his orders.
By half past nine Jake was back again, and with awrap about her they started back. A half mile or so outside the town they overtook a horse and rider moving slowly, the man with bent head and drooping shoulders. Jake peered out, seemed satisfied and went on. Perhaps to the relief of both, when they swung into the lane from the state road the ranch buildings were dark. When Jake had stopped the engine and helped her out he held to her arm and detained her.
"You'll have to square me with your father for this, Miss Kay."
