"
As she swung the car around the sharp curve at the boulders she
looked back and laughingly waved her hand at Peter, and Peter
experienced a wild desire to shriek lest she lose control of the
car and plunge down the steep incline. A second later, when he
saw her securely on the road below, he smiled to himself.
"Proves one thing," he said conclusively. "She is over the
horrors. She is driving unconsciously. Thank God she knew that
curve so well she could look the other way and drive it mentally.
CHAPTER XIX. The Official Bug-Catcher
Not a mile below the exit from Peter's grounds, Linda perceived a
heavily laden person toiling down the roadway before her and when
she ran her car abreast and stopped it, Henry Anderson looked up
at her with joyful face.
"Sorry I can't uncover, fair lady," he said, "but you see I am
very much otherwise engaged."
What Linda saw was a tired, disheveled man standing in the
roadway beside her car, under each arm a boulder the size of her
head, one almost jet-black, shot through with lines of white and
flying figures of white crossing between these bands that almost
reminded one of winged dancers. The other was a combination
stone made up of matrix thickly imbedded with pebbles of brown,
green, pink, and dull blue.
"For pity's sake!" said Linda. "Where are you going and why are
you personally demonstrating a new method of transporting rock?"
"I am on my way down Lilac Valley to the residence of a friend of
mine," said Henry Anderson.
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