imparted strength. "He is about as bad as a man can be," he said.
"Ralston has been with him all night. I've borrowed his two-seater to
fetch you. Don't waste any time!"

Her heart gave a throb of dismay. The brief words were as flail-like as
the rain. They demanded no answer, and she made none; only instant
submission, and that she gave.

She had a glimpse of Peter's tall form standing behind Monck, and to him
for a moment she turned as she descended.

"You will see to everything?" she said. "You will follow."

"Leave all to me, my _mem-sahib_!" he said, deeply bowing; and she took
him at his word.

Monck had a military overcoat on his arm in which he wrapped her before
they left the station-shelter. Ralston's little two-seater car shed
dazzling beams of light through the dripping dark. She floundered
blindly into a pool of water before she reached it, and was doubly
startled by Monck lifting her bodily, without apology, out of the mire,
and placing her on the seat. The beat of the rain upon the hood made her
wonder if they could make any headway under it. And then, while she was
still wondering, the engine began to throb like a living thing, and she
was aware of Monck squeezing past her to his seat at the wheel.

He did not speak, but he wrapped the rug firmly about her, and almost
before she had time to thank him, they were in motion.

That night-ride was one of the wildest experiences that she had ever