"
Yes, Helen knew, and she had no intention of futilely provoking a
repetition of such punishment. She accompanied her captors
submissively and was assisted into the machine. Then something
happened which might almost be said to have delighted her if it were
not for the strain of benumbing fear that was gripping her.
Jake went around in front of the machine to crank it. For one moment
the strong acetylene light from one of the lamps fell full upon his
face. Helen recognized it. Her surmise as to his identity was not a
mistake.
A minute later the automobile was traveling at a high rate of speed
over the streets. Ten minutes later it passed the city limits and was
kicking the three inches of snow up along a country highway. On, on it
sped, one mile, two miles, on, on, until the probable distance Helen
was unable to conjecture, on, on, over smooth roads and rough roads,
up hill and down hill, into the mountains. Then suddenly "Bill," who
sat in the seat beside her, pulled a light-weight muffler from his
pocket and tied it over Helen's eyes, saying coarsely:
"Not that I'm afraid you'll do any mischief with those pretty eyes of
yours, but we may as well guard against accidents.
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