"Listen to him, Miss Baxter!" said Lindaberry, with an airy wave of his hand. "Why, upon my honor, I'm the safest driver in New York!"
Massingale gave a groan of despair.
"Besides, if you're arrested and brought into court, Garry, Miss Baxter's name will be dragged—"
"I won't be nabbed. And, if I am, Judge, I'll telephone for you! Besides, there isn't a cop in the place that doesn't love me like a brother. Ask Mulligan, here!"
The patrolman on the beat, who had lazily sauntered up at his colloquy, grinned and shook his head.
"Why, every time I get in a scrap with one of them," continued Lindaberry joyously, "I send the kids to college! They'd break my head open the first chance they got, but beyond that they wouldn't harm a hair. Eh, Mulligan?"
"Sure! That's right!"
Lindaberry, ready to take the wheel, bent over.
"I say, Mulligan, is De Lima on deck to-night?"
Mulligan gazed anxiously in the direction of Judge Massingale, who was standing helplessly by.