"All right, then," said Jim patiently, "let it go at that--thought I saw Braxton passing the door. Now just suppose for a minute that I was right and see what comes of it. The man who hates you worse, probably, than any man on earth--the man to whom you gave a terrible thrashing--knew that you would be driving a car just before daylight--knew that you would have to climb a hill--knew that as you got near it you'd probably put on speed to carry the car up--knew that an obstacle put near the bottom of the hill would almost certainly wreck the car and hurt the driver. Knowing all this, might not such a man as we know Braxton to be see his chance and take it?"