The long strain of the past weeks had ended--ended in the knowledge that Garth loved her, and nothing else seemed to matter very much.

Moreover, she was physically exhausted.

Her fall had shaken her badly, and she wanted nothing better than to lie back quietly against the padded cushions of the car, lulled by the rhythmic throb of the engine, and glide on through the night indefinitely, knowing that Garth was there, close to her, all the time.
Presently her quiet, even breathing told that she slept, and Garth, stooping over her to make sure, accelerated the speed, and soon the car shot forward through the darkness at a pace which none but a driver very certain of his skill would have dared to attempt.
When, an hour later, Sara awoke, she felt amazingly refreshed.

Only a slight headache remained to remind her of her recent accident.
"Where are we ?" she asked eagerly.

"How long have I been asleep ?" "Feeling better ?" queried Garth, reassured by the stronger note in her voice.
"Quite all right, thanks.