suddenly, and for a moment he seemed to lose all control of himself as he reached for her and caught her shoulder. "I love you," he flashed out between his teeth. "I love you—that's what's the matter with me! And you know that—you know you've got me there—and you'd play the fool with me, would you!" He dropped his hands and laughed a short, savage bark—and stepped back and stared at her.
"Will you listen?"—she was twisting her hands, her head was drooped, the long lashes veiled her eyes, her lips were quivering. "Will you listen?" she said again, fighting to steady her voice. "It was an accident."
"I saw the machine when you drove up—it was a wreck!" snapped Madison sarcastically.
"We ran out of gasoline," she said quietly.
And then Madison laughed—fiercely—in his derision.
"Oh, keep on!" he rasped. "I told you I was only a blind fool that you could put anything over on! That accounts for it, of course—a breakdown isn't so easy to get away with. Gasoline!"
"We were miles from anywhere," she went on. "We had taken what we thought was a short cut. Mr. Thornton built a shelter for me in the woods, and went to—to—"
He caught up her hesitation like a flash.
"Fake the lines, Helena, if you haven't had enough rehearsals," he suggested ironically. "Anything goes—with me."
