Miss
Courtenay, among other things, began to wonder, as she sat in her
tumbled berth, if retribution had more to do with this than chance.
"Could he have fallen off the train?" she wondered, with a sudden
chill of apprehension. The next instant she was calling to the porter.
"Send the conductor to me at once. My friend has fallen off the train-
-out of his window, perhaps. I am quite sure of it. I want an engine
to go back and look for him. Hurry, please! don't stand there
grinning."
The Pullman conductor came up at that moment.
"Are you the young lady who was asking for Mr. Dauntless?" he asked.
"Dauntless?" she murmured. "No, I'm asking for an engine. Have you--"
"There's another young lady asking for an engine, too, madam. It's
impossible."
"Am I to understand that I shall have to walk?--Oh," with a sudden
start, "is--is there a Mr. Dauntless missing too?"
"Seems so. He's gone."
Anne dropped the curtains in his face, and then stared at them for a
long time. Gradually she began to comprehend. A panic of fear came
over her.
"They have met somewhere and quarrelled! Mr. Dauntless was jealous--
terribly so.
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