that question if you knew the horse we've got
hitched to this benzine buggy today. He's got wings--
believe me! It's all I can do to hold him on the
ground sometimes."

"You'll drive carefully?" she faltered.

He lifted his hand.

"With you settin' beside me, my first name's
`Caution.'"

She fumbled the goggles in a vain effort to lift
her arms over her head to fasten them on. He sprang
into the seat by her side and promptly seized them.

"Let me fix 'em."

His slender, skillful fingers adjusted the band and
brushed a stray ringlet of hair back under the furs.
The thrill of his touch swept her with a sudden dizzy
sense of excitement. She blushed and drew her head
down into the collar of the shaggy coat.

He touched the wheel, and the gray monster leaped
from the curb and shot down the street. The single
impulse carried them to the crossing. He had shut off
the power as the machine gracefully swung into Fourth
Avenue. The turn made, another leap and the car swept
up the Avenue and swung through Twenty-sixth Street