She shook her head.

"No--not yet. I'm too happy with these new wings.
I want to fly some more--come on----"

He lifted his hand in his favorite gesture of
obedience.

"'Nuff said--we'll streak it back now by another
road, hump it through town and jump over the
Brooklyn Bridge. I'll show you Coney Island and then I
know you'll want a hot dog anyhow."

He crossed the country and darted into Broadway.
Before she could realize it, the last tree and field
were lost behind in a cloud of dust, and they were
again in the crowded streets of the city. The deep
growl of his horn rang its warnings for each crossing
and Mary watched the timid women scramble to the
sidewalks five and six blocks ahead.

It was delicious. She had always been the one to
scramble before. Her heart went out in a wave of
tenderness to the man by her side, strong, daring,
masterful, her chevalier, her protector and admirer.

Yes, her admirer! There was no doubt on that
point. The moment he relaxed the tension of his hand
on the wheel, his deep, mysterious eyes beneath the
drooping lids were fixed on hers in open, shameless