"
"Penniless because you gave your fortune to the cause of freedom," she
supplemented, fumbling in her chatelaine bag for her purse. "Here it is.
The contents are yours until the end of our romance."
The conductor took fare from him to Lafayette and informed the mud-
covered gentleman that he could get a train from that city to Chicago at
2:30 in the morning.
"We're all right now," said Crosby after the conductor had passed on.
"You are tired, little woman. Lie back and go to sleep. The rough part
of the adventure is almost over." He secured a pillow for her, and she
was soon resting as comfortably as it was possible in the day coach of a
passenger train.
For many minutes he sat beside her, his eyes resting on the beautiful
tired face with its closed eyes, long lashes, pensive mouth, and its
frame of dark hair, disarranged and wild.
"It's strange," he thought, almost aloud, "how suddenly it comes to a
fellow. Twelve hours ago I was as free as a bird in the air, and now--"
[Illustration: "THEY GO TO THE THEATRE"]
[Illustration: '"GOOD HEAVENS!" "WHAT IS IT?" HE CRIED.
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