Won't you tell me what happened?"
"Come inside." He held open the door against the wind.
"No. It's musty." She wrinkled a dainty nose. "Can't we talk here? I
love the feel of the air and the wet. And the world! I'm glad I wasn't
killed."
"So am I," he said soberly.
"When my brain wouldn't work quite right yesterday, I thought that some
one had hit me. That isn't so, is it?"
"No. Your train was wrecked. You were injured. In the confusion you must
have run away."
"Yes. I remember being frightened. Terribly frightened. I'd never been
that way before. Outside of that one idea of fear, everything was mixed
up. I ran until I couldn't run any more and dropped down."
"And then?"
"I got up and ran again. Have you ever been afraid?"
"Plenty of times."
"I hadn't realized before that there was anything in the world to be
afraid of. But the thought of that blow, coming so suddenly from
nowhere, and the fear that I might be struck again--it drove me." She
flung out her hands in a little desperate gesture that twitched at
Banneker's breath.
"You must have been out all night in the rain."'
"No. I found a sort of cabin in the woods. It was deserted."
"Dutch Cal's place. It's only a few rods back in."
"I saw a light from there and that suggested to my muddled brain that I
might get something to eat.
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