And a moment later they were on their way once more.
Dusk deepened into dark, and the car's great headlights cut out a blazing track of gold in front of them as they rushed along the pale ribbon of road that stretched ahead--mile after interminable mile.
On either side, dark woods merged into the deeper darkness of the encroaching night, seeming to slip past them like some ghostly marching army as the car tore its way between the ranks of shadowy trunks.
Overhead, a few stars crept out, puncturing the expanse of darkening sky--pale, tremulous sparks of light in contrast with the steady, warmly golden glow that streamed from the lights of the car.
Presently Garth slackened speed.
"Why are you stopping ?" Sara's voice, shrilling a little with anxiety, came to him out of the darkness.
"I'm not stopping.

I'm only slowing down a bit, because I think it's quite feeding time.

Do you mind opening those two leather attachments fixed in front of you?
Such nectar and ambrosia as Mrs.Judson has provided is in there." Sara leaned forward, and unbuckling the lid of a flattish leather case which, together with another containing a flask, was slung just opposite her, withdrew from within it a silver sandwich-box.

She snapped open the lid and proffered the box to Garth.
"Help yourself.

And--do you mind"-- he spoke a little uncertainly and the darkness hid the expression of his face from her--"handing me my share--in pieces suitable for human consumption?
This is a bad bit of road, and I want both hands for driving the car." In silence Sara broke the sandwiches and fed him, piece by piece, while he bent over the wheel, driving steadily onward.
The little, intimate action sent a curious thrill through her.