“Why, I haven’t done anything,” and Patty opened her eyes wide, in surprise. “You’ve done it all—Little Billee.”
“You’ve helped me more than you know. With you by my side, I’m bound to succeed.” Big Bill bent to his wheel, and the swift machine flew along so fast that conversation became impossible.
As they neared Greenwich, Patty’s sharp eyes descried a dark red car ahead of them.
“That’s it!” she cried. “That’s Mona’s car! Chase ’em, Bill!”
“The nerve of him, to elope in her own car!” growled Bill, through his clenched teeth. “I told you he was a scoundrel, Patty!”
They were rapidly gaining on the red car, when, as it turned the corner, one of its occupants saw their pursuers, and Patty heard a shriek.
“That’s Mona’s yell,” she cried, in dismay. “They’ve seen us, Bill, and now they’ll get away from us!”
Sure enough, the pursuing car was swift, but the big Galbraith car was a speed wonder, and the elopers darted ahead with renewed determination to escape capture.
“Oh, what a shame!” wailed Patty. “They recognised us, and now they’ll get away.”
“Not if I know it!” and Farnsworth set his teeth hard. “Sit tight, Patty; we’re going to go faster!”