Into the cab sprang the woman. Slam! the door closed behind her. Crack!—the whip of the driver fell on the horses, and away went the cab.
“Stop!” shouted Hodge.
Cabby did not heed the command.
Frank made a rush for another cab.
“Follow!” he cried, pointing toward the disappearing vehicle. “I will give you five dollars—ten dollars—if you do not lose sight of that cab!”
“In!” shouted the driver. “I’ll earn that ten!”
In Frank plunged, jerking the door to behind him. The cab whirled from the platform with a jerk. Away it flew.
“It will be worth twenty dollars to get a peep beneath that veil!” muttered Frank Merriwell.
The windows were open. He looked out on one side. He could see nothing of the cab they were pursuing. Back he dodged, and out he popped his head on the other side.
“There it is!”