"There--you are all ready for the road now," remarked Ed.

"Thank you--very much," said Cora quietly, but there was a world of
meaning in her tones.

Ed looked into her eyes rather longer than perhaps was necessary.

"Come on; get in with us, Ed," invited Jack. "Haven't seen you in
an age. Let's hear about the Detroit team."

"Oh, I'm--I'm too dirty to get in the car, I'm afraid," objected Ed,
with a glance at the mud spots that were now turning to light-gray
polka-dots on his clothes, in the strong sunlight.

"Nonsense!" cried Jack heartily. "Come along. Walter will drive
for Cora, in case she is nervous. It needs a strong wrist in this
soft ground."

"Oh, yes! Do please steer for us," begged the still trembling
Isabel. "I'd feel so much safer--"

"Well, I like that!" cried Corm with a light laugh. "Is that the
way you treat me, after having saved your life?"

"But it was you-who--who almost ran us into the train, Cora,"
answered Isabel, giving her friend a little pinch on her now rosy
cheek. "So you see it was your duty to save us."

"Well, I did it," replied Cora, glad that she had come out of the
affair with such flying colors.