"Oh, I reckon a New York boy can elbow his way through that mean crowd." And darting through the mass of people, causing the collapse of not a few tournures, and with the aid of one of his mother's bonnet pins giving many a woman cause to scream as she unconsciously cleared his path by getting out of his way, he is on the outskirts of the crowd.
"Say, hackman, drive me off right smart to the Queen's!"
"Is it all square, young gent?"
"Yes; dimes sure as Vanderbilt money."
"Oh, I mean you are but a kid to go it alone."
"Chestnuts!"
And taking another hack, "Pooh, Bah!" quieting his scruples by pocketing a double insult they are off.
"I feel sure Garfield is quite safe, Ella, and probably choosing a cab for us; here, take my arm dear, and don't be nervous, Buckingham is looking after Miss Crew."
But he is on ahead making inquiries.
"Yes, sir, the young gent is all right, if you take my hack we'll catch him, I lost him by being too careful like."