Sobbing like a child, Ida leaned on the arm that Cora held out to
her, though as a matter of fact Cora was in need of assistance
herself.
"Well, never mind," she said to Ida. "Just get in my car and we'll
go right to your home. He was a perfectly horrid man, and should be
punished. See what he did to Jack, starting off his car and injuring
him. Now he tries to rob you."
"Not exactly rob, Cora. He says some one--"
"Now don't go into details until you feel better. Come, get in the
car with me," and Cora led Ida back to where the auto waited.
"Oh; Cora! I--I can't get in your car with you--I--I can't accept
any kindness from you--after--after what I've done. And to think
that you should come to save me from him! I--I feel like a--a
thief!"
"But you're not!" declared Cora stoutly.
"No, not exactly, but almost as bad. Oh, Cora, I--I wish I could
tell you, but I--I daren't!" and again Ida sobbed hysterically.
"Well, Ida, dear, you don't have to tell me now--maybe not at any
time," spoke Cora soothingly as she placed her arm about the girl's
waist. "Come along for a ride in the Whirlwind. That will settle
your nerves."
"Where are you going?" asked Ida as she noticed they were not
heading for Chelton.
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