True to his promise, Palmer wakened the sleeping boy before nine o'clock.

Grace had eaten little and drunk nothing; but Howe was slightly stimulated.

"Give her the 'once over,'" he told Johnny, "and then go back and crawl

into the rugs again. I'll drive in."

Grace sat beside him. Their progress was slow and rough over the country

roads, but when they reached the State road Howe threw open the throttle.

He drove well. The liquor was in his blood. He took chances and got away

with them, laughing at the girl's gasps of dismay.

"Wait until I get beyond Simkinsville," he said, "and I'll let her out.

You're going to travel tonight, honey."

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The girl sat beside him with her eyes fixed ahead. He had been drinking,

and the warmth of the liquor was in his voice. She was determined on one

thing. She was going to make him live up to the letter of his promise to

go away at the house door; and more and more she realized that it would be

difficult. His mood was reckless, masterful. Instead of laughing when she

drew back from a proffered caress, he turned surly. Obstinate lines that

she remembered appeared from his nostrils to the corners of his mouth. She

was uneasy.

Finally she hit on a plan to make him stop somewhere in her neighborhood

and let her get out of the car. She would not come back after that.

There was another car going toward the city. Now it passed them, and as

often they passed it. It became a contest of wits. Palmer's car lost on

the hills, but gained on the long level stretches, which gleamed with a

coating of thin ice.

"I wish you'd let them get ahead, Palmer. It's silly and it's reckless."

"I told you we'd travel to-night."

He turned a little glance at her. What the deuce was the matter with

women, anyhow? Were none of them cheerful any more? Here was Grace as

sober as Christine. He felt outraged, defrauded.

His light car skidded and struck the big car heavily. On a smooth road

perhaps nothing more serious than broken mudguards would have been the

result. But on the ice the small car slewed around and slid over the edge

of the bank. At the bottom of the declivity it turned over.

Grace was flung clear of the wreckage. Howe freed himself and stood erect,

with one arm hanging at his side. There was no sound at all from the boy

under the tonneau.

The big car had stopped. Down the bank plunged a heavy, gorilla-like

figure, long arms pushing aside the frozen branches of trees. When he

reached the car, O'Hara found Grace sitting unhurt on the ground. In the

wreck of the car the lamps had not been extinguished, and by their light he

made out Howe, swaying dizzily.




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