"Clear out, I tell you!"
When Burke came running down the steps he looked at Stover in surprise.
"Hello, where are your friends?"
"They had other engagements," said Dink grimly. "All ready."
"I've seen your face before," said Dr. Burke, climbing in.
"I'm Stover."
"Dink Stover of the eleven?"
"Yes, Dink Stover of the eleven," said Stover, his face hardening. "Where do I drive?"
"Do you want to go quietly?" said Dr. Burke, with a look of sympathetic understanding.
From behind the girl, writhing, began to moan: