She sat very still; the kind of stillness a rabbit adopts when he hopes to escape the notice of an enemy.

I could see that she hardly breathed, even.
But when I reached her, I only got a wrench out of the tool-box and yanked open the hood to see what ailed the motor.

I knew something of that make of car; in fact, I had owned one before I got the _Yellow Peril_, and I had a suspicion that there wasn't much wrong; a loosened nut will sometimes sound a good deal more serious than it really is.

Still, a half-formed idea--a perfectly crazy idea--made me go over the whole machine very carefully to make sure she was all right.
When I was through I stood up and found that she was regarding me curiously, yet with some amusement.

She seemed to feel herself mistress of the situation, and to consider me as an interesting plaything.