"Take him quick. I want to save the girl!" exclaimed Burke, as he rushed toward Baxter.
That young man was just pushing the girl into the taxicab when a middle-aged woman rushed out from the store entrance.
"That's my daughter Helen! Helen, my child!"
At this there was terrific confusion in the crowd, and Burke saw Baxter give the girl a rough shove away from the taxicab door. He slipped a bill into the chauffeur's willing hand and muttered an order. The car sprang forward on the instant.
"I'll get that fellow this time!" muttered Burke. "He hasn't seen me, and I'll trail him."
He turned about and espied a big gray racing car drawn up at the curb. A young man weighted down under a heavy load of goggles, fur and other racing appurtenances sat in the car. Its engines were humming merrily.
"Say, you, follow that car for me," sung out Officer 4434, delighted at his discovery. "The taxicab with the black body."
The driver of the racer snorted contemptuously.
"Do you know who I am?"
Burke wasted no time, but jumped into the seat, for it was as opportune as though placed there by Providence. Perhaps Providence has more to do with some coincidences than the worldly wise are prone to confess.