Most men would have taken a train and sped away like the wind, fearing the terrible vengeance of an outraged husband.
He did not seem to realize the danger he incurred, or else had a contempt for it.
Eric was in doubt whether this man was a fool or a brave fellow.
Perhaps he was cunning enough to know that in all probability the husband would seek for him at a distance, and overlook the near places. This would be wisdom.
Eric now turned to the man.
“See here, my fine fellow, I have your number, and if you play me false I’ll land you behind the bars inside of twelve hours if it takes every officer on the force to do it. You hear what I am saying. Serve me well and what I promised is yours. I have already paid you money to-night.”
“You?”
“Certainly—I was the old man who rode up from Fourteenth Street with you.”
“Jerusalem!”
The driver saw that he had to deal with a shrewd man—he admired such a person, and could well afford to fall in behind him.