"
"How disagreeable of you to put it that way!" The car leaped
forward as if spurred by Alaire's mortification. "I wondered how
you knew about the French Revolution. 'That Bastilly was some
calaboose, wasn't it'?" She quoted his own words scornfully. "I
dare say you've had a fine laugh at my expense?"
"No!" gravely denied the man.
They had come to an arroyo containing a considerable stream of
muddy water, and Law was forced to get out to plug the carburetor
and stop the oil-intakes to the crankcase. This done, Alaire ran
the machine through on the self-starter. When Jose's "Carambas!"
and Dolores's shrieks had subsided, and they were again under way,
Mrs. Austin, it seemed, had regained her good humor.
"You will receive no more of my favorite authors," she told Dave,
spitefully. "I'll keep them to read myself."
"You like knights and--chivalry and such things, don't you?"
"Chivalry, yes. In the days when I believed in it I used to cry
over those romances."
"Don't you still believe in chivalry?"
Alaire turned her eyes upon the questioner, and there were no
girlish illusions in them. "Do you?" she queried, with a faint
curl of her lip.
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