that could scarcely tell which way to fly.

Without an instant's hesitation, the young man raised his hand and hailed
a four-wheeler across the street.

"Come this way, quick!" he urged, helping her in. He gave the driver his
home address and stepped in after her. Then, turning, he faced his
companion, and was suddenly keenly aware of the strange situation in which
he had placed himself.

"Can you tell me what is the matter," he asked, "and where you would like
to go?"

The girl had scarcely recovered breath from the long climb and the fright,
and she answered him in broken phrases.

"No, I cannot tell you what is the matter"--she paused and looked at him,
with a sudden comprehension of what he might be thinking about
her--"but--there is nothing--that is--I have done nothing wrong--" She
paused again and looked up with eyes whose clear depths, he felt, could
hide no guile.

"Of course," he murmured with decision, and then wondered why he felt so
sure about it.

"Thank you," she said. Then, with frightened perplexity: "I don't know
where to go. I never was in this city before. If you will kindly tell me
how to get somewhere--suppose to a railroad station--and yet--no, I have
no money--and"--then with a sudden little movement of dismay--"and I have
no hat! Oh!"