As certainly as he saw her fall would Jean spring forward in the vain hope of breaking her fall, as certainly to be struck down and perish with her.
One—a whirl before his eyes. As well calculate her leaps as count the spokes in a wheel as it revolves on the road.
One—two—three—thirty—a thousand—nothing!
"There, clown!"
She was at the bottom, her hands extended, her face flushed with excitement and pleasure.
"You see—what I can dare and do."
CHAPTER II.
WHO IS THE FOOL NOW?