"
"Bully for you!" he shouted.
"How far is it to Fenlock, Joe?" she asked, a quaver in her high-
pitched voice.
"About seven miles. We'll take the short cut through O'Brien's Lane
and strike Cobberly Road again at the crossroads. Then it will be easy
going. We'll catch the flyer all right, Nell. Everything's arranged.
You go into Car 5 and I in Car 7--"
"With a whole car between us? Heavens!"
"It's safest, dear. There might happen to be some one on board who'd
know us and suspect. Keep your veil down until you get into the berth.
There's not much danger of any one being up at this time of night, but
don't take any chances."
"Goodness, isn't it thrilling! And when do we get to Omegon?"
"Little after seven in the morning. My cousin will meet us in a hack
and drive us straight to the church. His wife will go with us as the
extra witness. By eight o'clock we'll be married. Derby will be on the
train with us. He's a full-fledged preacher now, and he'll marry us
without a whimper."
"Oh," she sighed deliciously, in spite of the jarring of the motor,
"isn't it nice to have old college chums who can be depended upon?"
"Poor old Windomshire," he laughed in the buoyancy of conquest.
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