"'I heard him say, "Grand Central, and hurry"'"
Belinda looked at him helplessly.
"She's eloped with him. It's her money, I suppose. What can I do?"
The stranger sprang into his saddle.
"Head them off, of course. You wait at the gate until I lose Peggy and get a cab. Perhaps we can catch them at the station."
He was gone, and Belinda did as she was told. It was a comfort to have a man take things in hand, and she didn't stop to think that the man was a stranger.
In three minutes he was at the gate with a cab, helped her into it and climbed in himself.
"There's an extra dollar in it if you break the record," he said cheerfully to the cabby, and off they clattered.