“It’s too hot to walk,” gasped Rhodes. “I secured this. It was all I could get. Pile in.”
Rex sprang up beside the driver.
“Allons!” he cried, “to the Obelisk!”
“But, monsieur—” expostulated the cabby, “it is today the revolution. I dare not.”
“Go on, I tell you,” roared Rhodes. “Clifford, take his reins away if he refuses.”
Clifford made a snatch at them, but was repulsed by the indignant cabby.
“Go on, do you hear?” shouted the Colossus. The cabman looked at Gethryn.
“Go on!” laughed Rex, “there is no danger.”
Jehu lifted his shoulders to the level of his shiny hat, and giving the reins a jerk, muttered, “Crazy English!—Heu—heu—Cocotte!”
In twenty minutes they had arrived at the bridge opposite the Palais Bourbon.