"If you put me wrong you're done for," he said. "You'd better not play tricks with me."
"Why should I when you threaten my life?" she replied quietly.
Her feelings were strung to the highest pitch; she was playing a desperate game. She might lose her life, it was worth the risk. He intended to kill her anyhow because she had given him away.
He thought her thoroughly frightened; she would hardly play him tricks, she dare not. He underestimated her courage.
Jane peered into the blackness; she saw a faint line ahead and knew it was the water in the moat. Her father had taught her to see water in the dark—it comes easy when familiar with nature. Every sense was alert; if she made a mistake he would not hesitate to kill her, for he would know what she had tried to do.
The car jolted. Carl said angrily:
"We're off the road; what's your game? Take care."
"It's all right—a short cut to the main road. That's where you want to go?" she said.
"The main road, yes."
"I'll tell you in a moment; turn sharp to the right then," said Jane.