Carrie said nothing. She liked Bernard and was not afraid of him. He talked to her with the politeness of the old school and when he looked amused she thought his amusement was good-humored.
"Jim was under the car when you got to the spot, I think," he resumed. "You had some trouble to lift it."
"Lance really lifted the car at the dangerous moment, though the others helped. He saw the wheel was slipping; they were all in the ditch."
"Then who pulled Jim out?"
"I did," said Carrie, with a touch of embarrassment.
Bernard pondered. Lance had not told him about this and it was possible he had an object for not doing so.
"Well," he said, "I expect Jim has had other accidents; as you remarked, he is that kind of man. Did he get hurt when you were with him in the woods?"
"He took some chances now and then, but he did not get hurt much."
"Although he came near it? I heard something about your going to his rescue one night with a gun."
Carrie blushed and Bernard fixed his eyes on her face as he went on: "Did you mean to use the gun?"