Carley had no resistance.

She sank limp, in an agony of amaze.

Was this a dream?
Swift and hard his lips met hers--and again--and again....
"Oh, my God!--Glenn, are--you--mad ?" she whispered, almost swooning.
"Sure--I reckon I am," he replied, huskily, and pulled her all the way out of the saddle.
Carley would have fallen but for his support.

She could not think.

She was all instinct.