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The girl moved as though with the cold, and turned her head from him.

“I love you,” repeated the young man.

The girl breathed like one who has been swimming under water, but, when she spoke, her voice was calm and contained.

“Please!” she begged, “don’t you see how unfair it is. I can’t go away; I HAVE to listen.”

The young man pulled himself upright, and pressed his lips together.

“I beg your pardon,” he whispered.

There was for some time an unhappy silence, and then Winthrop added bitterly: “Methinks the punishment exceeds the offence.”

“Do you think you make it easy for ME?” returned the girl.

She considered it most ungenerous of him to sit staring into the moonlight, looking so miserable that it made her heart ache to comfort him, and so extremely handsome that to do so was quite impossible. She would have liked to reach out her hand and lay it on his arm, and tell him she was sorry, but she could not. He should not have looked so unnecessarily handsome.

Sam came running toward them with five grizzly bears, who balanced themselves apparently with some slight effort upon their hind legs. The grizzly bears were properly presented as: “Tommy Todd, of my class, and some more like him. And,” continued Sam, “I am going to quit you two and go with them. Tom’s car broke down, but Fred fixed it, and both our cars can travel together. Sort of convoy,” he explained.

His sister signalled eagerly, but with equal eagerness he retreated from her.

“Believe me,” he assured her soothingly, “I am just as good a chaperon fifty yards behind you, and wide awake, as I am in the same car and fast asleep. And, besides, I want to hear about the game. And, what’s more, two cars are much safer than one. Suppose you two break down in a lonely place? We’ll be right behind you to pick you up. You will keep Winthrop’s car in sight, won’t you, Tommy?” he said.

The grizzly bear called Tommy, who had been examining the Scarlet Car, answered doubtfully that the only way he could keep it in sight was by tying a rope to it.

“That’s all right, then,” said Sam briskly, “Winthrop will go slow.”

So the Scarlet Car shot forward with sometimes the second car so far in the rear that they could only faintly distinguish the horn begging them to wait, and again it would follow so close upon their wheels that they heard the five grizzly bears chanting beseechingly

Oh, bring this wagon home, John,
It will not hold us a-all.

For some time there was silence in the Scarlet Car, and then Winthrop broke it by laughing.

“First, I lose Peabody,” he explained, “then I lose Sam, and now, after I throw Fred overboard, I am going to drive you into Stamford, where they do not ask runaway couples for a license, and marry you.”

The girl smiled comfortably. In that mood she was not afraid of him.

She lifted her face, and stretched out her arms as though she were drinking in the moonlight.

“It has been such a good day,” she said simply, “and I am really so very happy.”

“I shall be equally frank,” said Winthrop. “So am I.”

For two hours they had been on the road, and were just entering Fairport. For some long time the voices of the pursuing grizzlies had been lost in the far distance.

“The road’s up,” said Miss Forbes.

She pointed ahead to two red lanterns.

“It was all right this morning,” exclaimed Winthrop.

The car was pulled down to eight miles an hour, and, trembling and snorting at the indignity, nosed up to the red lanterns.

They showed in a ruddy glow the legs of two men.

“You gotta stop!” commanded a voice.

“Why?” asked Winthrop.

The voice became embodied in the person of a tall man, with a long overcoat and a drooping mustache.