The grizzly bear called Tommy, who had been examining the Scarlet Car, answered doubtfully that the only way he could keep it in sight was by tying a rope to it.
“That’s all right, then,” said Sam briskly, “Winthrop will go slow.”
So the Scarlet Car shot forward with sometimes the second car so far in the rear that they could only faintly distinguish the horn begging them to wait, and again it would follow so close upon their wheels that they heard the five grizzly bears chanting beseechingly:
“Oh, bring this wagon home, John,
It will not hold us a-all.”
For some time there was silence in the Scarlet Car, and then Winthrop broke it by laughing.
“First, I lose Peabody,” he explained, “then I lose Sam, and now, after I throw Fred overboard, I am going to drive you into Stamford, where they do not ask runaway couples for a license, and marry you.”
The girl smiled comfortably. In that mood she was not afraid of him.
She lifted her face, and stretched out her arms as though she were drinking in the moonlight.
“It has been such a good day,” she said simply, “and I am really so very happy.”