The tired brain wore itself out at last in eager
speculations, and she fell into a fitful stupor. The
roar of the street-cars waked her at daylight, and
further sleep was out of the question. She rose,
dressed quickly and got her breakfast in a quiver of
nervous excitement over the adventure of the coming
automobile.

As the hour of eight drew nearer, her doubts of the
propriety of going became more acute.

"What on earth has come over me in the past twenty-
four hours?" she asked of herself. "I've known
this man but a day. I don't KNOW him at all, and
yet I'm going to put my life in his hands in that
racing machine. Have I gone crazy?"

She was not in the least afraid of him. His face
and voice and personality all seemed familiar. Her
brain and common-sense told her that such a trip with
an utter stranger was dangerous and foolish beyond
words. In his automobile, unaccompanied by a human
soul and unacquainted with the roads over which they
would travel, she would be absolutely in his power.

She set her teeth firmly at last, her mind made up.

"It's too mad a risk. I was crazy to promise. I
won't go!"