Charlie Snyder

"Where are you going?" she asked anxiously, as he straightened up.

"I've got to look over the engine," he replied, "and find out what they did to us. Be back in a minute."

He disappeared. She could hear him moving about, tinkering with the engine and striking matches. It seemed a long time. The corks were still popping intermittently. Every minute or so a bullet sang by.

"Please come'" she called, a little catch of excitement in her voice.

He laughed softly and called, "In a minute."

He struck more matches. Soon she felt the car-body move, as he leaped up in front and examined the controlling machinery. Then appeared a heavy boot and a sturdy calf, inclosed in a cloth puttee, feeling its way toward a footing. She caught the ankle and guided it. A moment, and he was crowded in beside her. She sat forward and made an effort to give him part of the blanket; but he crouched down beside her, took her two shoulders in his hands, and firmly pressed