I cannot believe that I am awake." She looked long and anxiously into his face, her eyebrows drawn together in an earnest squint of uncertainty.

"Oh, Mr.King, I have had such a dreadful--dreadful time.

Am I awake ?" "That's what I've been asking of myself," he murmured.

"I guess we're both awake all right.

Nightmares don't last forever." Her story came haltingly; he was obliged to supply many of the details by conjecture, she was so hazy and vague in her memory.
At the beginning of the narrative, however, Truxton was raised to unusual heights; he felt such a thrill of exaltation that for the moment he forgot his and her immediate peril.