"It is on the road to Frogg's Corner," she explained nervously. "A mile and a half, so I am told. It isn't on the sign-post. It is a house, not a village. Thank you for your kindness. And I am not at all frightened," she added, raising her voice slightly. "But you ARE" he cried. "You're scared half out of your wits. You can't fool me. I'd be scared myself at the thought of venturing into those woods up yonder." "Well, then, I AM frightened," she confessed plaintively. "Almost out of my boots." "That settles it," he said flatly. "You shall not undertake it." "Oh, but I must. I am expected. It is import--" "If you are expected, why didn't some one meet you at the station? Seems to me--" "Hark! Do you hear--doesn't that sound like an automobile--Ah!" The hoarse honk of an automobile horn rose above the howling wind, and an instant later two faint lights came rushing toward them around a bend in the mountain road. "Better late than never," she cried, her voice vibrant once more. He grasped her arm and jerked her out of the path of the on-coming machine, whose driver was sending it along at a mad rate, regardless of ruts and stones and curves. The car careened as it swung into the pike, skidded alarmingly, and then the brakes were jammed down. Attended by a vast grinding of gears and wheels, the rattling old car came to a stop fifty feet or more beyond them. "I'd sooner walk than take my chances in an antediluvian rattle-trap like that," said the tall wayfarer, bending quite close to her ear. "It will fall to pieces before you--" But she was running down the road towards the car, calling out sharply to the driver. He stooped over and took up the travelling bag she had dropped in her haste and excitement. It was heavy, amazingly heavy. "I shouldn't like to carry that a mile and a half," he said to himself. The voice of the belated driver came to his ears on the swift wind. It was high pitched and unmistakably apologetic. He could not hear what she was saying to him, but there wasn't much doubt as to the nature of her remarks. She was roundly upbraiding him. Urged to action by thoughts of his own plight, he hurried to her side and said: "Excuse me, please. You dropped something. Shall I put it up in front or in the tonneau?" The whimsical note in his voice brought a quick, responsive laugh from her lips. "Thank you so much. I am frightfully careless with my valuables. Would you mind putting it in behind? Thanks!" Her tone altered completely as she ordered the man to turn the car around--"And be quick about it," she added. The first drops of rain pelted down from the now thoroughly black dome above them, striking in the road with the sharpness of pebbles. "Lucky it's a limousine," said the tall traveller. "Better hop in. We'll be getting it hard in a second or two."