to have you return," the girl flashed out at him with a sidelong glance from her bright blue eyes and a witching smile from her scarlet lips. "Enid Maitland," said the man, "you know I just worship you. I'd like to sweep you out of your saddle, lift you to the bow of mine and ride away with you. I can't keep my hands off you, I—" Before she realized what he would be about he swerved his horse toward her, his arm went around her suddenly. Taken completely off her guard she could make no resistance, indeed she scarcely knew what to expect until he crushed her to him and kissed her, almost roughly, full on the lips. "How dare you!" cried the girl, her face aflame, freeing herself at last, and swinging her own horse almost to the edge of the road which here ran on an excavation some fifty feet above the river. "How dare I?" laughed the audacious man, apparently no whit abashed by her indignation.[Pg 45] "When I think of my opportunity I am amazed at my moderation." [Pg 45] "Your opportunity, your moderation?" "Yes; when I had you helpless I took but one kiss, I might have held you longer and taken a hundred." "And by what right did you take that one?" haughtily demanded the outraged young woman, looking at him beneath level brows while the color slowly receded from her face. She had never been kissed by a man other than a blood relation in her life—remember, suspicious reader, that she was from Philadelphia—and she resented this sudden and unauthorized caress with every atom and instinct of her still somewhat conventional being. "But aren't you half-way engaged to me?" he pleaded in justification, seeing the unwonted seriousness with which she had received his impudent advance. "Didn't you agree to give me a chance?" "I did say that I liked you very much," she admitted, "no man better, and that I thought you might—" "Well, then—" he began. But she would not be interrupted. "I did not mean that you should enjoy all the privileges of a conquest before you had[Pg 46] won me. I will thank you not to do that again, sir."