buzzing, clacking carwheels piercing his ears with sounds so
unlike those that had been whispered into them by a voice, sweet
and maddening, from out the darkness of a dreamland cab?


"Surely we must be almost at the end of this awful ride," she
moaned, yielding completely to the long suppressed alarm. "Every
bone in my body aches. What shall we do if they have not held
the train?"

"Send for an undertaker," he replied grimly, seeing policy in
jest. They were now ascending an incline, bumping over boulders,
hurtling through treacherous ruts and water-washed holes,
rolling, swinging, jerking, crashing. "You have been brave all
along; don't give up now. It is almost over. You'll soon be
with your friends."

"How can I thank you"' she cried, gripping his arm once more.
Again his hand dropped upon hers and closed gently.

"I wish that I could do a thousand times as much for you," he
said, thrillingly, her disheveled hair touching his face so close
were his lips. "Ah, the lights of the town!" he cried an instant
later. "Look!"

He held her so that she could peer through the rattling glass
window. Close at hand, higher up the steep, many lights were
twinkling ling against tile blackness,

Almost before they realized how near they were to the lights, the