Paula gave a little scream, while Tod let loose a flow of unprintable profanity. Mr. Cooley ran up to the car, his fat, bloated face congested with a combination of anger and triumph.
"Stop that car," he roared, "or I'll send you up for contempt of court!"
Yielding to superior forces, Tod stopped the machine. Mr. Cooley came up with a police officer. Pointing at Paula, the lawyer cried:
"That's the young lady. She is attempting to evade an order of the Court." Producing a legal paper, he added: "Here is the order committing her to my custody."
Paula again screamed and clung to her companion. The policeman, puzzled, glanced at the Court order. A crowd began to gather. Finally the officer, addressing Paula, said respectfully:
"Do you acknowledge that you are Paula Marsh, the person named in this paper?"
White as a sheet, ready to swoon from terror, the girl nodded faintly:
"Yes."
"Then you must go with this man," said the officer, pointing to Mr. Cooley.
"No, no! I won't— I won't!" she cried, clinging to Tod's arm.