“Steady, my friend,” said Frank. “I haven’t a doubt of it, but the case was desperate. Keep cool and it will be all right. Just give me the pleasure of driving, and it will be an extra ten dollars in your pocket.”
Ten dollars! That meant something to the driver, but still he was afraid, as well as angry.
“I don’t care about gettin’ into no scrape with the cops,” he said. “What kind of business are you chaps up to?”
“It’s all right, don’t let that worry you. If that cop doesn’t catch us, you won’t get into any trouble. Listen! There goes his call for aid!”
“Are you a student?” asked the driver.
“Sure.”
“Hazin’ some feller, I reckon?”
“You are a good guesser, old man.”
The driver was relieved. If it was no more than a case of hazing, it was not so very serious. More than once his cab had been hired to assist students in some hazing scheme.
“But I’ll take the reins,” he said, as he took them from Frank’s hand; “and I want to warn you not ter snatch ’em from me again. If you do—well, something will hit you hard. As it was, I came near throwin’ you off. Would, too, if I hadn’t been so scared for fear you’d run down the cop.”