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"I am sony," he said, convention
ally. "It is terrible," said Molly.
"The newspaper gives his name
among those killed. I thought it my
duty to be the first to tell you."
Molly put,her hands in his. "Thank
you, Jack," she answered. "I can't
pretend tQ be sorry."
"You ought to be glad," said Jack
Jim Davis chuckled. The situation
was amusing extremely so. The
poor fool could, have divorced him
years before, and she had felt bound
by her stupid promise at the mar
riage altar. And even now these two
dared not tell each other ofvtheir
Jim was mistaken there. Douglas
held her hands tight in his own.
"Molly, you know what this means
to me," he said.
She leaned her face against his
cheek; "To me," she murmured.
"He was a bad man, Mrtly."
"Sometimes I think of the man I
jised to love1," she answered. "He
was not wholly bad, Jack. But I shall
try to forget him."
She raised her head and their lips
met. Incredulity and rage swept over
Davis' face. He had not dreamed
that this love-making would go on
in the face"of his supposed death. He
thrust the door open and stalked into
"A little premature, Douglas," he
sneered. "I'm sorry to break up this
love-making scene, but I couldn't die
when I knew hpw much it would
mean to you, Molly."
To his amazement neither an
swered him. Jack put his arm about
Molly and drew her closer to him.
Jim Davis ran toward him, his fists
"Get out, you blackguard!" he
roared, making a vicious swing at the
His fist seemed to pass right
through Douglas. And still there was
the loving smile on Molly's face. And
svhile Jim Davis looked at them In I
consternation everything faded and
he became aware of an intense and,
unendurable pain that gripped his
body and wrung it as if in a vise. '
He opened his eyes and the light of
day almost blinded him. He was ly
ing under the wreckage. It had all
been a dream. Near him was the girl
whom he had seen, pinned under the
beam but not severely hurt She,
was free above the knee and it rest
ed lightly upon her leg without press
ing there. Still, to escape was impos
sible. Jim Davis rolled toward her, and,
every" motion was like the plunging
of knives into his body.
He tried to lift the beam, but of
course, could not. And suddenly a
fresh outcry from near by, and a
sense of intolerable heat startled him.
The wreckage was afire from the en
gine. The flames were creeping near
er. Men were working frantically
to remove the injured, but there was
A burning cinder lit on the girl'a
dress. Jim Davis picked it up with
his free hand and pushed it away. He
knew' ifbw that he was paralyzed,
from the waist downward.
"Help me!" pleaded the girl again,
The flames were circling about
them. A trick of the wind had sent a
shower of sparks across the spot
where they lay, and the wrecked cars
on the other side of them were blaz
ing. And then two men rushed
through the smoke and grasped him.
"Not me!" said Davis. "There's a
girl there under the smoke. Get
the beam off her leg."
As the girl's choking cry came to
their ears they released the gambler
and plunged into the smoke. Davis
watched them anxiously. Would
they succeed? They strained with
all their might at the fallen beam
while the red sparks whirled about
them and the smoke covered them.
And Davis watched more eagerly
than he had ever watch anything in.