"Excuse me," he said drily, "but you are. You don"t trust me in the slightest degree. Well"--she could guess, rather than see, the shrug which accompanied the words--"I can"t blame you. It"s my own fault, I suppose."
He braked the car, and she quivered to a dead stop, throbbing like a live thing in the darkness.
"You must forgive me for being so material," he went on composedly, "but I want a drink, and I"m not acrobat enough to manage that, even with your help, while we"re doing thirty miles an hour."
He lifted out the flask, and, when they had both drunk, Sara meekly took it from him and proceeded to adjust the screw cap and fit the silver cup back into its place over the lower half of the flask.
Simultaneously she felt the car begin to move forward, and then, quite how it happened she never knew, but, fumbling in the darkness, she contrived to knock the cup sharply against the flask, and it flew out of her hand and over the side of the car. Impulsively she leaned out, trying to s.n.a.t.c.h it back as it fell, and, in the same instant, something seemed to give way, and she felt herself hurled forward into s.p.a.ce. The earth rushed up to meet her, a sound as of many waters roared in her ears, and then the blank darkness of unconsciousness swallowed her up.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE REVELATION OF THE NIGHT
"Thank G.o.d, she"s only stunned!"
The words, percolating slowly through the thick, blankety mist that seemed to have closed about her, impressed themselves on Sara"s mind with a vague, confused suggestion of their pertinence. It was as though some one--she wasn"t quite sure who--had suddenly given voice to her own immediate sensation of relief.
At first she could not imagine for what reason she should feel so specially grateful and relieved. Gradually, however, the mists began to clear away and recollection of a kind returned to her.
She remembered dropping something--she couldn"t recall precisely what it was that she had dropped, but she knew she had made a wild clutch at it and tried to save it as it fell. Then--she was remembering more distinctly now--something against which she had been leaning--she couldn"t recall what that was, either--gave way suddenly, and for the fraction of a second she had known she was going to fall and be killed, or, at the least, horribly hurt and mutilated.
And now, it seemed, she had not been hurt at all! She was in no pain; only her head felt unaccountably heavy. But for that, she was really very comfortable. Some one was holding her--it was almost like lying back in a chair--and against her cheek she could feel the soft warmth of fur.
"Sara--beloved!"
It was Garth"s voice, quite close to her ear. He was holding her in his arms.
Ah! She knew now! They were on the island together, and he had just asked her if she cared. Of course she cared! It was sheer happiness to lie in his arms, with closed eyes, and hear his voice--that deep, unhappy voice of his--grow suddenly so incredibly soft and tender.
"You"re mine, now, sweet! Mine to hold just for this once, dear of my heart!"
No, that couldn"t be right, after all, because it wasn"t Garth who loved her. He had only pretended to care for her by way of amusing himself. It must be Tim who was talking to her--Tim, whom she was going to marry.
Then, suddenly, the mists cleared quite away, and Sara came back to full consciousness and to the knowledge of where she was and of what had happened.
Her first instinct, to open her eyes and speak, was checked by a swift, unexpected movement on the part of Garth. All at once, he had gathered her up into his arms, and, holding her face pressed close against his own, was pouring into her ears a torrent of burning, pa.s.sionate words of love--love triumphant, worshipping, agonizing, and last of all, brokenly, desperately abandoning all right or claim.
"And I"ve got to live without you . . . die without you . . . My G.o.d, it"s hard!"
In the darkness and solitude of the night--as he believed, alone with the unconscious form of the woman he loved in his arms--Garth bared his very soul. There was nothing hidden any longer, and Sara knew at last that even as she herself loved, so was she loved again.
CHAPTER XIX
THE JOURNEY"S END
Sara stirred a little and opened her eyes. Deep within herself she was ashamed of those brief moments of a.s.sumed unconsciousness--those moments which had shown her a strong man"s soul stripped naked of all pride and subterfuge--his heart and soul as he alone knew them.
But, none the less, she felt gloriously happy. Nothing could ever hurt her badly again. Garth loved her!
Since, for some reason, he himself would never have drawn aside the veil and let her know the truth, she was glad--glad that she had peered unbidden through the rent which the stress of the moment had torn in his iron self-command and reticence. Just as she had revealed herself to him on the island, in a moment of equal strain, so he had now revealed himself to her, and they were quits.
"I"m all right," she announced, struggling into a sitting position. "I"m not hurt."
"Sit still a minute, while I fetch you some brandy from the car." Garth spoke in a curiously controlled voice.
He was back again in a moment, and the raw spirit made her catch her breath as it trickled down her throat.
"Thank G.o.d we had only just begun to move," he said. "Otherwise you must have been half-killed."
"What happened?" she asked curiously. "How did I fall out?"
"The door came open. That d.a.m.ned fool, Judson, didn"t shut it properly.
Are you sure you"re not hurt?"
"Quite sure. My head aches rather."
"That"s very probable. You were stunned for a minute or two."
Suddenly the recollection of their errand returned to her.
"Molly! Good Heavens, how much time have we wasted? How long has this silly business taken?" she demanded, in a frenzy of apprehension.
Garth surveyed her oddly in the glow of one of the car"s side-lights, which he had carried back with him when he fetched the brandy.
"Five minutes, I should think," he said, adding under his breath: "Or half eternity!"
"Five minutes! Is that all? Then do let"s hurry on."
She took a few steps in the direction of the car, then stopped and wavered. She felt curiously shaky, and her legs seemed as though they did not belong to her.
In a moment Garth was at her side, and had lifted her up in his arms.
He carried her swiftly across the few yards that intervened between them and the car, and settled her gently into her seat.
"Do you feel fit to go on?" he asked.
"Of course I do. We must--bring Molly back." Even her voice refused to obey the dictates of her brain, and quavered weakly.
"Well, try to rest a little. Don"t talk, and perhaps you"ll go to sleep."
He restarted the car, and, taking his seat once more at the wheel, drove on at a smooth and easy pace.
Sara leaned back in silence at his side, conscious of a feeling of utter la.s.situde. In spite of her anxiety about Molly, a curious contentment had stolen over her. The long strain of the past weeks had ended--ended in the knowledge that Garth loved her, and nothing else seemed to matter very much. Moreover, she was physically exhausted. Her fall had shaken her badly, and she wanted nothing better than to lie back quietly against the padded cushions of the car, lulled by the rhythmic throb of the engine, and glide on through the night indefinitely, knowing that Garth was there, close to her, all the time.
Presently her quiet, even breathing told that she slept, and Garth, stooping over her to make sure, accelerated the speed, and soon the car shot forward through the darkness at a pace which none but a driver very certain of his skill would have dared to attempt.