“Somebody had to do it, Dad,” was the reply. “I knew I was the only one that could ride Gabriel outside of Jimmy.”
“But I would rather have had Gabriel scratched than to have you take such a risk,” said Mr. Willing.
“I know that. That’s why I didn’t tell you.”
Mr. Willing turned to Mabel, as Shirley fell back, tired out, and closed her eyes.
“What is the matter with Jimmy?” he demanded.
Mabel explained.
Mr. Willing grew very angry.
“I have had enough of this,” he declared. “I shall notify the police as soon as we get back down town. I’ll see that Jones answers for his actions. I’ll prosecute him to the full extent of the law.”
Half an hour later, with Shirley lying in the rear seat, the car, also bearing Mr. Willing, Mr. Ashton, Dick, Mabel and Leonard, was speeding down town.
By the time it reached the hotel Shirley had so far recovered that she was able to make her way to their apartments unassisted. True to his promise, the hotel physician had remained with Jimmy all this time.