She fell forward in a dead faint.
"So much the better," cried Kendale. "She will not bother us until
we've had time to formulate our plans. Ha, ha, ha! how easy it is for a
sharp-witted fellow like myself to make a million of money!"
CHAPTER IV.
FOND LOVE TO HATRED TURNED.
Despite the severe shock which caused Faynie to swoon, her
unconsciousness lasted but a few moments, then, dazed and bewildered,
her blue eyes opened slowly, and she realized with horror too great for
words that she was whirling swiftly over the snowy road, still in the
company of the two men, her lover and his companion.
They were talking together in low, guarded tones. She could not help but
hear every word distinctly, and they fell upon her ears with horror so
intense she wondered that she lived through it from moment to moment.
It was Lester Armstrong who was speaking at that moment, and she was
obliged to clutch her hands tightly together to keep from screaming
aloud as she heard him say to his companion:
"I have always been a free lance among the pretty girls, drifting about
much after the fashion of the bee wherever my fancy listed, and it will
be more than irksome to yoke myself in the matrimonial harness to this
girl.
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