"And who's me?" was the curt query.
"Eben, the captain's son."
"Well, what do you want?"
"I want a drive down the road. Will ye take me?"
"No, I can't. I'm in a hurry. Get away from the car. I don't want to be bothered with anyone."
He spoke to the chauffeur, and at once the engine began to hum. But Eben was not to be thus defeated. He jumped upon the running board, and thrust his head into the car, almost into Randall's face.
"Ye'll take me if I tell ye where yer daughter is, won't ye?" he roared.
"Do you know?" Randall shouted.
"Y'bet I do."
"All right, then, get in," and Randall pushed open the door.