toward the bottom of the ravine.

When Barney pushed the girl from the running board she fell heavily

to the road, rolling over several times, but in an instant she

scrambled to her feet, hardly the worse for the tumble other than a

few scratches.

Quickly she ran to the edge of the embankment, a look of immense

relief coming to her soft, brown eyes as she saw her rescuer

scrambling up the precipitous side of the ravine toward her.

"You are not killed?" she cried in German. "It is a miracle!"

"Not even bruised," reassured Barney. "But you? You must have had

a nasty fall."

"I am not hurt at all," she replied. "But for you I should be lying

dead, or terribly maimed down there at the bottom of that awful

ravine at this very moment. It's awful." She drew her shoulders

upward in a little shudder of horror. "But how did you escape? Even

now I can scarce believe it possible."

"I'm quite sure I don't know how I did escape," said Barney,

clambering over the rim of the road to her side. "That I had nothing

to do with it I am positive. It was just luck. I simply dropped out

onto that bush down there."

They were standing side by side, now peering down into the ravine

where the car was visible, bottom side up against a tree, near the

base of the declivity. The horse's head could be seen protruding

from beneath the wreckage.

"I'd better go down and put him out of his misery," said Barney, "if

he is not already dead."

"I think he is quite dead," said the girl. "I have not seen him

move."

Just then a little puff of smoke arose from the machine, followed by

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