“That was a close shave,” commented Archie.
“Not too recklessly, Mr. Fraser.”
“I must get you to the meeting, ma’am.”
“But the risk——”
“If I can’t have Lucy,” the boy declared, sullenly, “I don’t care what happens.”
“Assure me,” demanded his passenger, after a brief moment, during which with no slackening of speed the great machine tore down Scarborough’s main street like a green tornado, “that you retain entire control of the thing.”
“Oh, yes.”
Another pause. “I suggested that you make no mention of Miss Lucy.”
“I can’t have her?”
“How fast can the automobile go?” asked Miss Herron, ignoring the boy’s question.