RESCUEFrom out of a well of darkness she looked up into a face: the pleasant rounded face of a very young man.
“You’re all right,” he said. “Don’t try to move yet.”
“Where am I?” Doris asked.
“On the roadside. Don’t worry. You’ll be all right in a moment.”
As her senses cleared she saw that she was lying on grass, wrapped in an overcoat. The young man was kneeling beside her. The lights of his car gleamed in the background.
“Where’s the man gone?” she asked.
“What man? There’s no man here but me. Don’t you worry.”
“Are you sure?”
“Certain. And if there was”—stoutly—“he’d have me to deal with.”
“Oh!” She closed her eyes with a sigh of relief and lay quiet for a moment. Opening them again, she said: “I wonder could you get me some water? I’m nearly dead with thirst.”
“Certainly. Th
