"Just a green hand whom I'm initiating into the business."
"You're pretty green yourself or you wouldn't have set me up," said the driver. "But if you'll mind them horses I'll just run across to McCafferty's saloon and have a schooner of beer, and then drop into court for you."
"All right," responded Cecil. "Only don't be all day; I've got another detail."
"Say," rejoined the man, "I can put beer down quicker than you can wink." And he ran across the street.
"Well, what's to be done?" demanded Banborough, as the man left them.
"That's easily answered," replied Spotts. "When he's in court we'll jump on the box, drive for all we're worth till we've eluded pursuit, then rescue Miss Arminster and be off to Yonkers."
"But that's laying ourselves open to arrest," expostulated the Englishman.
"We've done that already," said his friend.
"But they'll know we're not officials: we've no uniform."
"What, not when the driver has obligingly left his hat and coat?" said Spotts. "Slip them on. You've dark trousers, and no one will suspect."