She fell in the
seat, but returned, desperate, to the encounter. She caught the
wheel. She tried to command it, but his strength drew the other way.
The machine shot toward the abyss. There was a crackle as the wooden
guide fence splintered under the wheels. There was a crash!

Harry, leaning from the taxicab behind, uttered a groan. The roadster
had gone over the cliff.

Fifty feet down the rock-gnarled hillside they took Pauline from the
clutch of the dead driver. His fall had broken hers and it was only
from fear that she had fainted. Harry, pressing the taxi driver's
flask to her lips, saw her eyes open and his cry was like a prayer of
thanksgiving.

When Harry lifted Pauline to carry her to the taxicab, to his abasement
he felt her hands press him away. He thought she had not yet
recovered, that she believed herself still in the grasp of the madman.
He set her on her feet and looked at her questioningly.

Without a word she turned from him and started up the road.

"Pauline!" he cried. "What do you mean? Don't you know me? It's
Harry."

She kept on without turning. He caught her by the arm. "Don't you
know me, your brother?" he pleaded.

She turned, tremblingly. "You are not my brother," she blazed. "And I
did not know you until today."

"You are hurt and ill, dearest. Come, let me take you home."

She walked on up the road.

"But where are you going?" he demanded.

"I am going to the wedding. You tried to keep me away by your base
trick but you can't do it."

Now he understood. "I know; I know," he groaned. "It was the meanest
and most useless thing. But I did not think it was safe for you to go
to the wedding. I am sorry to the bottom of my heart."

"Goodbye," she said coldly, walking on.

"But you can't go like that," he exclaimed, pointing to her torn and
draggled clothes, her unfastened hair.

"It is better to go to friends whom I can trust," she said coldly, and
moved on.

As gently as he could he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the
taxicab. Placing her in the seat he followed, and as the machine
started began to pour out his repentance. She would not even answer,
but sat with averted face, weeping and trembling.

At last she became quiet. He drew her tattered wrap closer about her
shoulders and put his arm around her so that her head rested against
his breast. A moment later, looking down, he was surprised to see that
she was smiling like a tired chi