That was my engine, you know. I hired it."
Windomshire went on to say, careful that Joe was quite out of hearing:
"Mr. Dauntless was quite annoying. He got into my engine without an
invitation, and I'm hanged if he'd take a hint, even after I hired a
stoker to throw a spadeful of coal over him. I don't know why he
should be in such a confounded hurry to get to--what's the name of the
place? I--er--I really think I must go and speak to Miss Courtenay,
Eleanor. She--er--looks ill."
"It's her grandmother who is ill--not she. But, yes! Please try to
cheer her up a bit, Harry. She's terribly upset."
"I'm sure she is," muttered he, dropping back with more haste than
gallantry. Mr. Dauntless sprang forward with equal alacrity, and wrong
was right a moment later.
"Joe dear," whispered Eleanor, "I've been nearly crazy. What
happened?" He was vainly trying to clasp her hand.
"Nell, he's on to us. I wish I knew just why Miss Courtenay is here.
Lord, I'll never forget that ride."
"It was just like you to take advantage of his engine."
"His engine!" exploded Joe, wrathfully. Securely separated from the
others, the elopers analysed the situation as best they could.
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