"Can you make it?" asked Duncan, calling into the chauffeur's ear.
"Don't know," replied the man. "But we may as well get as far out of the woods as possible."
"Don't worry, little girl," said Duncan to Cora with that self-confidence peculiar to those who are accustomed to being obeyed. "We are all right. It is only a fine, at any rate, and I always carry small change."
"Stop!" yelled the man at the rear. "You cannot cross the line, and if you don't stop soon you will find your tires winded."
A revolver shot sounded.
Tom drew up instantly. "I don't fancy putting on new tires," he said coolly, "so we may as well surrender."
Duncan looked at the officer in a perfectly friendly way.
"Well, what's up?" he asked indifferently.
"You ought to know," replied the man, scowling angrily. "If I hadn't stopped you land knows but you would have been over the falls. What's the matter with you fellows, anyhow? Can't you take a joy ride without committing murder and suicide?"
"You're mistaken," replied Duncan. "I'm a doctor on a hurry call—"