Taking one look at the man, she sent forth an involuntary scream. She had seen that man before. He carried a knife in his sleeve. She was terribly afraid.
Her scream had electrifying results. A huge bulk of a youth with tangled red hair emerged from somewhere.
“Here you!” he growled, “Let her go!”
Releasing the girl, the small dark man sprang at her protector.
“Look out!” the girl screamed. “He—he has a knife!”
Her warning was not needed. The little man’s knife went coursing through the air. Next instant the little man followed it into the dark. The big fellow’s fists had done all this.
“Now, sister,” the young giant turned to Beth, “where was it you wanted to go?”
“The—the Skidmore Building.”
“The Skidmore? O.K.”
Fairly picking her up, he rushed her to the taxi that was waiting for her, then climbed in beside her. “Skidmore Building. Make it snappy!”