"And now, Miss Huston, I
must inform you that we have Millard--your Donald Graves--a prisoner
and manacled. I must first find a way of getting you back into town.
Then I must turn Millard over to the authorities."
"Why can't he go back in the same cab with me?" asked Miss Huston,
quickly.
"You--could you endure that?"
"Yes," replied the girl, bravely. "I took you to him. I sent the
assistance that enabled you to take him prisoner. Do not fear for me,
Mr. Benson."
"By Jove, but you're clear grit, Miss Huston!" Lieutenant Jack cried,
admiringly.
"Clear American, I hope," retorted the girl. "Why should men be the
only ones who can do or dare for the Flag?"
"Will you let me have the revolver, Miss Huston?"
"Gladly."
"Thank you. Now, if you will get inside he cab again."
"And you?"
"I'll sit with the driver and watch him,"
Jack kept his eye on the surly fellow until Miss Huston was inside the
cab.
"Now, fellow, you get up on the box, and handle the reins from the left
side," ordered the young naval officer.
"I always drive on the right side o' the box," came the sulky retort.
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