As she felt herself for the second time in those arms, the reaction came.
"Eddie, Eddie!"
But, strangled by sobs, her voice hardly carried to the man on the seat in front of her.
As he sprang in, Frank gave the horses a flick with the whip. The afternoon air was keen and the high-spirited team needed no further urging. They swung out of the farm gate at a pace that made Reggie cling to the seat.
When he had them once more in hand, Taylor turned his head slightly.
"All right back there?" he called, without looking at her.
She managed a "Yes."
She had only just recovered her self-control as they drove into Winnipeg. As they drew up in front of the principal hotel, Taylor turned the reins once more over to Reggie, and, vaulting lightly from his seat, held out his hand and helped her to alight.
"You'd better go into the ladies' parlor for a minute or two. I'm feeling generous and am going to blow Reg to a parting drink. I'll come after you in a minute and take you to the Y. W. C. A."
"Very well."