"What!"
"But I didn't allow it. I pushed him away, and when he laughed at me I told him that if he tried it again I would box his ears. Then, just after we had passed this place, he reached over and caught hold of me and tried to pull me toward him. Then I boxed him, just as I had said I would. That made him furious, and he put on a burst of speed, and the next minute there was a terrible bump and a crash, and both of us were almost thrown out of the car. The wind-shield was broken and also, I think, the front axle, and he was scratched in several places. Oh, it was awful!" And again Grace hid her face on Sam's shoulder.
"Well, it served him right if he got hurt and if his runabout was ruined," was the youth's comment. He drew Grace closer to him than ever. "Then you didn't really care for him?" he whispered.
"Oh, Sam, Sam! how can you ask such a question?" she murmured.
"Because I didn't know. I thought—— You see, he—he is a millionaire, and——"
"Why, Sam Rover! do you think that money would make any difference to me?" and now she raised her face to look him full in the eyes.
"I am mighty glad to know it hasn't made any difference," he returned quickly; and then caught and held her tight once more.
"I suppose you young men are goin' back to help the fellow with his busted machine," remarked Mr. Akerson to Tom.
"I—I suppose so," returned Tom, slowly, and then looked toward Sam and Grace.
"Oh, I don't want to go back!" cried the girl, quickly. "I want to return to the hotel in Larkinburg."