But-- Well, if Steve didn't know, at least Terry did, that that remark
was uttered purely for its rhetorical effect.
"He's been a pretty decent scout from the jump," Terry admitted
serenely to herself as she threw her car into high and went streaking
through the pale moonlight. Then she smiled, the first quick smile to
come and go since she had hurled a book in Blenham's face. "A pretty
decent scout from the jump!"
He had literally jumped into her life, going after her quite as
though----
"Oh, shucks!" laughed Terry. "It's the moonlight!"
There came a certain sharp turn in the road where even she must slow
down. Here Terry came to a dead stop, not so much in hesitation as
because she was conscious of a departure from the old trails and felt
deeply that the act might be filled with significance. For when she
had made the turn she would have crossed the old dead line, she would
have passed the boundary and invaded Packard property.
"Well," thought Terry, "when you are between the devil and the deep sea
what are you going to do?"
So she let in her clutch, opened her throttle, sounded her horn purely
by way of defiance, and when next she stopped it was at the very door
of the old ranch-house where Steve Packard should be found at this
early hour of the evening.
The men in the bunk-house had heard her coming, and to the last man of
them pushed to the door to see who it might be.
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