"Yes, I remember," she answered softly. "I thought we had been held up by train-robbers and I went out to the back platform to see. I didn't say anything to papa, because it might have scared him, you know."
"Of course," said Wade, with a smile.
"And so I went out and saw the track stretching back down the hill, with the starlight gleaming on the rails, and—"
"And the mountains in the west all purple against the sky."
"Yes. And there was a breeze blowing and it was chilly out there. So I was going back into the car when a dreadful-looking man appeared, oh, a—a fearsome-looking man, really!"
"Was he?" asked Wade, somewhat lamely.
"Oh, yes! And I thought, of course, he was a robber or a highwayman or something."
"And—he wasn't?" asked Wade, eagerly.
"No." She shook her head. "No, he was something much worse."
"Oh! What?"