wick Booth's automobile, drawn up close beside the little building. He was there waiting for her, having concluded, no doubt, that she had procured some sort of conveyance, and would arrive at the station in time for the Boston train.
Reba's one idea was to escape from Chadwick Booth, and it so completely possessed her that she did not even consider boldly approaching the station and in spite of his protests boarding the train.
Instead she ran forward quickly into the huge black shadow of a mastodon ice-house, and, keeping close against its wall, sped like some silent-footed yellow moth along its side, until a huge yawning door offered sudden refuge.
From this dark retreat Reba watched the train pull up to the station, stop a moment, and pull away again. Two minutes later, from the same dark hiding-spot, she watched the red tail-light of Chadwick Booth's automobile disappearing toward Boston.
