at all.

"I want to thank you, Miss Porter, for that reading about Crusader."

Allis's eyes opened wide.

"Yes, I was there," Crane added, answering the question that was in
them.

As he said this a man came hurriedly up the steps, spoke to a policeman
on guard, and searched the faces with his eyes. Catching sight of Crane,
he came quickly forward and whispered something in his ear.

"Excuse me, I must go--I'm wanted," Crane said to Allis.

As he turned, the Trainer's sister spoke to him.

"What's the matter, Mr. Crane--there's something going on up in the
Stewards' Stand?"

"I fancy there's an objection, though I don't know anything about it,"
he answered, as he went down the steps with the messenger.

Allis breathed more freely when he had gone. Somehow his presence had
oppressed her; perhaps it was the fierce stephanotis that came in clouds
from the lady behind that smothered her senses. Crane had said nothing
--just an ordinary compliment. Like an inspiration it came to the girl
what had affected her so disagreeably in Crane--it was his eyes. They
were hard, cold, glittering gray eyes, looking out from between partly
closed eyelids. Allis could see them still. The lower lids cut