Indeed, as Patsy drove toward them they made an effort to stop his way, but Patsy, standing up in his box, fired his revolver, right and left, in a way that made them believe that caution was the better part.
So he dashed on toward the avenue.
The shots had attracted attention, of course, and several policemen came.
“I’m Patsy Murphy, of Nick Carter’s staff of detectives,” cried Patsy. “This is a case of abduction that I have spoiled. The ladies in the coach are Mrs. Constant and Nick Carter’s wife. Seize those men of that yacht lying out there.”
But, looking out on the water, they could see the yacht was moving out into the harbor under full steam.
Patsy was disappointed, for he would have liked to arrest Masson, but he had saved the women, and that was the important thing.
He first drove them to a drug store, where they were quickly restored to consciousness, and then to the city, having first engaged a driver at a livery stable.
Edith took Blanche home with her, and Patsy was a hero in the eyes of both. But Patsy, getting home, was inconsolable that he had no prisoners.
CHAPTER XXI.
THE MURDERER.
Events developed rapidly in Philadelphia while Patsy was having his fight with Masson and defeating the abduction scheme.