“Then it was a good thing for me you were scared,” laughed Frank, who seemed remarkably at his ease now that the danger of the moment was over.
He turned to look back.
“Cop is running after us,” he said. “Turn to the right at the next corner. Hope he won’t stir up any chap who will try to stop us. We can’t afford to be stopped now.”
“You student chaps are a fast gang,” said the driver, and Frank could not tell if the man’s voice expressed admiration or contempt.
“Oh, I don’t know!” said Merry, easily. “I presume we are pretty rapid.”
The cab was rattling over the stones at such a pace that talking was not easy, so they dropped it here for a time. Few words passed between them save when Frank gave the driver directions.
It seemed possible the policeman had been injured somewhat by his fall, for he did not pursue them far, for they did not encounter another officer.
Finally they approached the river and the railroads which cross the drawbridge.
Frank had been there before, and he remembered his experience on that occasion with some amusement.
“The water is warmer now than it was then,” he thought; “and we’ll give the proctor what I did not get—a genuine ducking.”