If she had meant to run away from me she had been just a second too late.

She gave me a sidelong, measuring glance, and gasped.

The car slid easily along the trail as if it were listening for what we were going to say.
"I shall drive," I announced quietly, taking her hands gently from the wheel.

She moved over to make room mechanically, as if she didn't in the least understand this new move of mine.

I know she never dreamed of what was really in my heart to do.
"You will drive--where ?" her voice was politely freezing.
"To find that preacher, of course," I answered, trying to sound surprised that she should ask, I sent the speed up a notch.
"You--you never would _dare_!" she cried breathlessly, and a little anxiously.
"The deuce I wouldn't!" I retorted, and laughed in the face of her.