t happened?" she asked curiously. "How did I fall out?"

"The door came open. That damned fool, Judson, didn't shut it properly.
Are you sure you're not hurt?"

"Quite sure. My head aches rather."

"That's very probable. You were stunned for a minute or two."

Suddenly the recollection of their errand returned to her.

"Molly! Good Heavens, how much time have we wasted? How long has this
silly business taken?" she demanded, in a frenzy of apprehension.

Garth surveyed her oddly in the glow of one of the car's side-lights,
which he had carried back with him when he fetched the brandy.

"Five minutes, I should think," he said, adding under his breath: "Or
half eternity!"

"Five minutes! Is that all? Then do let's hurry on."

She took a few steps in the direction of the car, then stopped and
wavered. She felt curiously shaky, and her legs seemed as though they
did not belong to her.

In a moment Garth was at her side, and had lifted her up in his arms.
He carried her swiftly across the few yards that intervened between them
and the car, and settled her gently into her seat.

"Do you feel fit to go on?" he asked.

"Of course I do. We must--bring Molly back." Even her voice refused to
obey the dictates of her brain, and quavered weakly.

"Well, try to rest a little. Don't talk, and perhaps you'll go to
sleep."

He restarted the car, and, taking his seat once more at the wheel, drove
on at a smooth and easy pace.

Sara leaned back in silence at his side, conscious of a feeling of utter
lassitude. In spite of her anxiety about Molly, a curious contentment
had stolen over her. The long strain of the past weeks had ended--ended
in the knowledge that Garth loved her, and nothing else seemed to matter
very much. Moreover, she was physically exhausted. Her fall had shaken
her badly, and she wanted nothing better than to lie back quietly
against the padded cushions of the car, lulled by the rhythmic throb of
the engine, and glide on through the night indefinitely, knowing that
Garth was there, close to her, all the time.

Presently her quiet, even breathing told that she slept, and Garth,
stooping over her to make sure, accelerated the speed, and soon the car
shot forward through the darkness at a pace which none but a driver very
certain of his skill would have dared to attempt.

When, an hour later, Sara awoke, she felt amazingly refreshed. Only a
slight headache remained to remind her of her recent accident.