"How ever will I be able to explain?" was the thought that flashed into Cora's mind. "Walter acted as if he wanted to say something—perhaps something about the money. He looked as if he were pleased. Maybe he has some good news."
It took Cora but a short time to make the run back to the city. She turned her machine toward the depot, as she knew a train would shortly leave for Chelton, and she fancied Paul might try to get it. Reaching the station she saw his tall figure, clad in the linen duster, pacing up and down the platform. She was just in time.
"Did you think I ran away?" she asked as she skillfully turned the car up to the platform and stopped.
"Oh, no," he replied with a happy laugh. "I happened to see who got into the car, and I guessed that you were run away with."
"Wasn't it contemptible of him?" she asked, her fate flushing at the recollection of the ride. "But perhaps some day I may be able to make him realize it. He doesn't seem to—now."
"No; he isn't that kind."
"I was afraid I wouldn't be in time to take you back, after your interview with the automobile people, and I fancied you had not come prepared for a train trip to Chelton."
"That's very kind of you. I'm sorry you took the trouble to return.
You have put yourself out considerably on my account, I'm afraid."
"Indeed, I have not. I enjoyed it myself—the ride, I mean—er—that is, the first ride," and she laughed nervously. "I'm glad we beat Sid. I fancy he acted as he did for revenge. But were you successful?"
"Very much so, thanks to you."