As he spoke, the submarine boy drew a pair of handcuffs from an inner pocket.
"By Jove, do naval youngsters in this country carry such jewelry?" murmured Lieutenant Abercrombie, R.N.
"They do, I guess, when they're engaged on work like mine at present," smiled Lieutenant Jack, United States Navy.
"Now, then, by Jove, I think I'd better go back to the young lady," suddenly decided Abercrombie, for Millard still showed no signs of recovering his senses. One of the other two men who had been ridden down now recovered enough to begin to crawl away furtively.
"Do you want that chap?" asked Abercrombie.
"I have no facilities for keeping him a prisoner," Jack answered.
"For that matter, I guess he's nothing but a hired tough. The
Washington police can find and take care of him at their convenience."
"Good enough," nodded the British lieutenant. "And now—"
"Would you mind if I go to her, instead?" inquired Benson, hastily.
"Not in the least, dear old fellow. And, while you're gone, I'll constitute myself a special 'bobby' to look after this chap of yours in the bracelets."
So Jack hurried off up the road, wondering how Daisy Huston fared with a revolver and a hostile cabman.