are probably scared for fear Kathie will make it hot
for Leslie Cairns when she is well again."

"She wouldn't." Marjorie shook her curly head. "Neither would I, if I
were in her place. It ought to be a lesson to the Sans without any
further fuss about it. They are the only ones who drive faster than they
should."

"If Miss Cairns had run down a citizen of the town of Hamilton then
there would have been a commotion. It is a very good thing for her that
a traffic officer wasn't around. He would have arrested her, sure as
fate. I wish one had been on the scene," declared Jerry, with a trace of
vindictiveness.

That the Sans were manifestly uneasy over the accident was evidenced by
their gathering in Leslie Cairns' room that afternoon for a confab.
Leslie herself hid whatever trepidation she was feeling under an air of
cool bravado. She listened to all that her companions had to say on the
subject without vouchsafing more than an occasional curt reply.

"Really, Les, you don't seem to understand that you may get into an
awful mess over running down that beggardly dig!" Joan Myers at length
exclaimed in sharp irritation. "Suppose the whole thing is put before
President Matthews or the Board. We may all lose the privilege of having
our cars at college. I read of a college out west the other day where
that happened as the result of an accident to a student."

"Oh, forget it!" Leslie waved a derisive hand. "I shall fix things O.K.
Don't make any mistake about that. I'll send this beggar a whopping old
basket of fruit tomorrow and a handsome box of flowers. You girls had
better part with a little change in the same cause. Anyway, I have
pretty solid ground to stand on. Who is going to prove that I didn't
sound a horn? It couldn't be heard above the thunder. If I drove fast, I
had reason for it. Why should I drive my car at a crawl and be caught in
the storm? Was there a cop around to say I was speeding? There was not.
I certainly won't ever admit it. It was simply one of those unfortunate
accidents. So sorry, I'm sure. What?" Leslie finished in a high, mocking
treble.

It raised a laugh, as she intended it should. Her companions began to
breathe more freely. Leslie could certainly be relied upon to clear
herself.

Before evening of the following Monday Katherine's room resembled a
combination fruit and flower market. Not only the Sans but her real
friends and impersonal sympathizers also sent in their friendly
tribute