"How long ago?" he asked, as the machine began to move forward.
"Just long enough for me to get my things on and run over here. About five minutes, I should say."
"Just Marj and your father?" asked Ruth.
"Yes."
"Is he a fast driver?" inquired Harold.
"Pretty fast, except in traffic," replied Jack.
"Well, speed up, Harold," urged Ruth. She leaned back against the seat contentedly; it would be such a lark to worry Marjorie, especially since she had been so secret about the whole proceeding.
"And what am I to do if we do catch them?" asked Harold.
"Just follow them, and make their lives miserable," laughed Ruth.
"I think it must have something to do with Miss Phillips," remarked Jack. "I heard her name mentioned once or twice."