"But I tell you I can't decide. Somebody's always made up my mind for me, and now to have to decide this big thing all in a minute——"
"All aboard for the Southwestern Limited!" came the voice through the megaphone.
Eleanor glanced instinctively at her suit-case, then up at Quin.
"Shall I take it?" he asked, with his heart in his throat; and then, when she did not say no, he seized it in one hand and her in the other.
"We'd better run for it!" he said.
"But, Quin—wait a minute—I won't go to grandmother's! You've got to protect me——"
"You leave it to me!" he said, as he thrust her almost roughly through the crowd and rushed her toward the gate.
"So I am to understand that the young lady defies my authority and refuses point-blank to come home."
"That's about what it comes to, I reckon."