"YOU ARE NOT
MARRIED, ARE YOU?'"]
Just then her eyes opened widely with a start, as if she had suddenly
come from a rather terrifying dream. They looked squarely into his, and
he felt so abashed that he was about to turn away when, with a little
catch in her voice, she exclaimed:
"Good heavens!"
"What is it?" he cried.
"You are not married, are you?"
"NO!!!"
Like a culprit caught she blushed furiously, and her eyes wavered as the
lids fell, shutting from his eager, surprised gaze the prettiest
confusion in the world.
"I--It just occurred to me to ask," she murmured.
Crosby's exhilaration was so great that, after a long, hungry look at
the peaceful face, he jumped up and went out into the vestibule, where
he whistled with all the ardor of a school-boy. When he returned to his
seat beside her she was awake, and the little look of distress left her
face when he appeared, a happy smile succeeding.
"I thought you had deserted me," she said.
"Perish the thought."
"Mr. Crosby, if you had a pistol all the time we were in the barn, why
did you not shoot the dog and free us hours before you did?" she asked
sternly.
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