"Oh, he is, is he?" he cried. 'Well, I guess not Come on, Jack."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going down to the station and stop him. He's caused me too much trouble to let him slide out like this. A fake, eh? Well, I'll have him behind the bars to-night"
A negro cab driver was, by superhuman efforts, roused to hasty action. He rattled the two young men wildly down the silent street to the railway station. They dashed into the drab little waiting room just as a voice called:
"Train for the north! Jacksonville! Savannah! Washington! New York!"
"There he is!" Paddock cried, and pointed to the lean figure of Lord Harrowby slipping out the door nearest the train-shed.
Paddock and Minot ran across the waiting room and out into the open. In the distance they saw Harrowby passing through the gate and on to the tracks. They ran up just in time to have the gate banged shut in their faces.
"Here," cried Minot. "I've got to get in there. Let me through!"
