close to him, he turned out into the road and headed for the long drive around the windward side of the Island.
For a long time no word was spoken. The car hummed evenly along and Evalani lay huddled against his shoulder, seemingly in a half stupor, though now and then a long shiver or shudder quivered over her form. At last she moved her head slightly and put her hands to her throat. "Can I do anything for you?" asked Dick, bending closer.
Her head moved in a negative. "No," she whispered. "It's only—that my throat hurts."
"Of course it does," sympathized Dick. "There ought to have been some way to get you something hot before we started, but it didn't seem wise to go back to Haleiwa, and there is no other place until we get clear to town. If anything cool would help you, perhaps we might find some ginger ale at one of the little shops along the road."
But at this Evalani started up in a panic. "Oh, no!" she cried, in terror. "Don't stop anywhere! Oh, please don't! Just get me home as quickly as you can. Only just get me home to my baby, that's all I want."
Dick put a hand over the clenched fingers in her lap. "All right, sweetheart," he said, tenderly, as if to a child. "That is just what we are doing,—going home as fast as ever we can. Only don't worry, and
