forsaken, was left alone where the two green eyes winked in the warm,
moist darkness of the Spring night.

CHAPTER V

THE GIRL IN THE AUTOMOBILE

The men who had gone in with the unconscious boy and the stretcher
hung about the doctor's door, which was some yards from the gateway.
Everybody seemed to have forgotten the girl, a stranger in Cheslow,
and for the first day of her life away from kind and indulgent
friends.

It was only ten minutes walk to the railroad station, and Ruth
remembered that it was a straight road. She arrived in the waiting
room safely enough. Sam Curtis, the station master, descried her
immediately and came out of his office with her bag.

"Well, and what happened? Is that boy really hurt?" he asked.

"He has a broken arm and his head is cut. I do not know how seriously,
for Doctor Davison had not finished examining him when I-- I came
away," she replied, bravely enough, and hiding the fact that she had
been overlooked.

"They took him to the doctor's house, did they?" asked Sam.

"Yes, sir," said Ruth. "But--"

"Mr. Curtis, has there been anybody here for me?"