“Well, you don’t want to be bitten, do you?” joked Tom.
“No, of course not. But he’s got a mean disposition, he’s homely——”
“Thanks!” interrupted Tom, with a laugh. “That’s an implied compliment, I take it.”
“Take whatever you like,” laughed Mary.
“I’d like to take a few thousands from Millionaire Jason Jacks,” retorted the young man. “Still, if you feel that way about him, Mary, I’m just as glad to be what I am,” and Tom—well, it is affairs of no outsider what he did just then.
The look which passed between him and Mary changed in a moment to a glance of alarm as the girl pointed to the carriage ahead of them and exclaimed:
“Oh, Tom! I believe that horse is running away!”
“I pretty near know it is!” was the answer, as Tom began to speed up the electric runabout.
“Oh, Mr. Jacks will be thrown out,” went on Mary. “He doesn’t seem to know how to manage that animal! And there’s a dangerous part of the road just ahead—it goes around a curve and close to the edge of a cliff! Oh, Tom, what are you going to do?”