"Very good, Number Three," said the King of Chauffeurs; "return to your station."
Number Three sat down.
"Py shiminy grickets!" cried the captive, who had been watching and listening with a good deal of amazement, "it looks like I vas Numper Nodding mit a douple cross alongsite!"
"Your name, captive?" demanded the man in the car.
"Carl Pretzel, Most Eggselent King oof der Sore Headts——"
Honk, honk!
"If the prisoner refers again to the head of this exalted society in such insulting terms, Warder, put a hole through him!"
This from the man in the car.
"Even so, your highness!" answered the Warder.
"You are the chum of the Big High Butter-in who calls himself Motor Matt?" proceeded the man in the car.