ense tell you is a reasonable degree of
caution in every direction no matter how trivial. You understand?"

"I do," said Linda promptly. "Would you prefer that we do not go on any
more Saturday trips at present?"

The length of time that the Judge waited to answer proved that he had
taken time to think.

"I can't see," he said finally, "that you would not be safer on such a
trip where you are moving about, where no one knows who you are, than
you would where you are commonly found."

"All right then," said Linda. "Ask the party we are considering and he
will tell you where he will be tomorrow. Thank you very much for letting
me know. If anything should occur, you will understand that it was
something quite out of my range of fore-sight."

"I understand," said the Judge.

With all care and many loving admonitions Katy assisted in the start
made early Saturday morning. The previous Saturday Linda had felt that
all nature along the road she planned to drive would be at its best,
but they had not gone far until she modified her decision. They were
slipping through mists of early morning, over level, carefully made
roads like pavilion floors. If any one objection could have been made,
it would have been that the mists of night were weighting too heavily to
earth the perfume from the blooming orchards and millions of flowers in
gardens and along the roadside. At that hour there were few cars abroad.
Linda was dressed in her outing suit of dark green. She had removed
her hat and slipped it on the seat beside her. She looked at Donald, a
whimsical expression on her most expressive young face.

"Please to 'scuse me," she said lightly, "if I step on the gas a mite
while we have the road so much to ourselves and are so familiar with
it. Later, when we reach stranger country and have to share with others,
we'll be forced to go slower."

"Don't stint your speed on account of me," said Donald. "I am just
itching to know what Kitty can do."

"All right, here's your chance," said Linda. "Hear her purr?"

She settled her body a trifle tensely, squared her shoulders, and
gripped the steering wheel. Then she increased the gas and let the Bear
Cat roll over the smooth road from Lilac Valley running south into
Los Angeles. At a speed that was near to flying as a non-professional
attains, the youngsters traveled that road. Their eyes were shining;
their blood was racing. Until the point where rougher roads and
approaching traffic