From The Best Stories of Wilbur Daniel Steele 1946 May Coberly was a coward. Things that scared her, scared her so much they made her feel sick at her stomach. She was always so proud, though, that nobody knew it. Even as a very little girl she would never let on. The Rock Island tracks ran almost under their back yard in Des Moines, and her older brother, Fred, who would have been ten or eleven then, used to make her sit astraddle of the back fence sometimes when the Chicago flier was coming. It made her scream, and she knew it was going to, but she always managed to hold it till the shaking and roaring were at their worst and drowned out the noise she made, and then she would run away and pretend to play somewhere, and if she was sick Fred never knew it.