"Oh, about two miles up the Prospekt," said Salisky.
"Hail one of those carryalls, please," requested the aviator, pointing to the nearest stand of vehicles for hire.
The Cossack had followed them, and was slowly descending the marble steps just quitted by the boys and their companions. He was evidently still debating with himself.
The driver of the chartered vehicle cracked his whip and carried his passengers up the street as fast as his heavy horses could gallop.
With a speed ordinance he had no acquaintance.
[CHAPTER XXIV.]
AGAIN THEY WON OUT.
Drawing up with a flourish in front of a most pretentious example of old-time architecture, the fur shrouded jehu reached for his fare, which matter was adjusted by Salisky, who had orders from his colonel to see the boys through from start to finish.
At the onyx-studded entrance of the palace the party was halted by a gorgeous flunky, who immediately unbent at a word from the useful Salisky.