t had taken possession of her, she saw a man
in golfing wear run from the Porters' gate opposite; and another motor,
in which Susanna recognized the figure of a friend and neighbor, Dr.
Whitney, swept up beside the overturned one. When she ran, as she
presently found herself running, to the spot, other men and women had
gathered there, drawn from lawns and porches by this sudden projection
of tragedy into the gayety of their Saturday afternoon.

"Hurt?" gasped Susanna, joining the group.

"The man is--dead, Billy says," said young Mrs. Porter, in lowered
tones, with an agitated clutch of Susanna's arm. "And, poor thing! she
doesn't realize it, and she keeps asking where her chauffeur is and why
he doesn't come to her!"

"Wouldn't you think people would have better sense than to keep a man
like that!" added another neighbor, Dexter Ellis, with a bitterness
born entirely of nervousness. "He was drunk as a lord! Young and I were
just coming out of my side gate--"

Every one talked at once--there was a confusion of excited comment.
Somebody had flung a carriage robe over the silent form of the man as
it lay tumbled in the dust and weeds; Susanna glanced toward it with a
shudder. Somehow she found herself supporting the car's other occupant,
the woman, who was half sitting and half lying on the bank where she
had fallen. The woman had opened her eyes and was looking slowly about
the group; she had pushed away the whiskey the doctor held to her lips,
but she looked sick and seemed in pain.

"I had just put the baby down when I heard Dex shout--" Susanna could
hear Mrs. Ellis saying behind her in low tones. "Oh, it is, it's an
outrage--they should have regarded it years ago," said another voice.
"Merest chance in the world that we took the side gate," Dexter Ellis
was saying, and some man's voice Susanna did not know reiterated over
and over: "Well, I guess he's run his last car, poor fellow; I guess
he's run his last car--"

"You feel better, don't you?" the doctor asked his patient,
encouragingly. "Just open your mouth and swallow this." And Susanna
said gently: "Just try it; you'll feel so much stronger!"

The woman turned upon her a pair of eyes as heavy as a sick animal's,
and moistened her lips. "Arm," she said with difficulty.

"Her arm's broken," said the doctor, in a low tone, "and I think her
leg, too. Kane has gone to wire for the ambulance. We'll get her right
into town."

"You can't take her to town!" S