"Cried," she answered.
"And I laugh to see you all right again."
But Amaryllis was looking about her.
"Is it gone, that awful thing?" she asked, whispering.
"Gone for good," said Dick.
"And, oh! the car? How did you ever stop it?"
"You stopped it, you wonder-child. And there's a great deal more 'how' about that."
"Then—then it's the same thing as last time?" she said, her face paling once more.
"The same thing," admitted Dick. "It was him or us, you know. And there's not much egoism in saying we're better worth keeping, is there?"
Though she shuddered again and bore a grave face, he could see that she was relieved.