"
"Good enough," nodded the British lieutenant. "And now--"
"Would you mind if I go to her, instead?" inquired Benson, hastily.
"Not in the least, dear old fellow. And, while you're gone, I'll
constitute myself a special 'bobby' to look after this chap of yours
in the bracelets."
So Jack hurried off up the road, wondering how Daisy Huston fared
with a revolver and a hostile cabman.
CHAPTER XXIII
"FOREIGN TRADE" BECOMES BRISK
The cab horses were browsing quietly by the roadside.
Miss Daisy looked anything but perturbed.
In fact, she had passed all uneasiness of spirit on to the cab driver.
That worthy had come back to his senses, but Miss Huston had compelled
him to sit on the ground, his back to a tree. She stood a few yards
away, watching the surly fellow and holding the pistol as though it were
not the first time she had had such a weapon in her hand.
"Oh, I'm so glad you've come, Mr. Benson!" cried the girl, with true
feminine relief. "I was so worried about you. But you're not
hurt--badly. I hurried a horseman on to you. He reached you?"
"Yes, thank you," nodded Lieutenant Benson.
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