"By Jove, but you're clear grit, Miss Huston!" Lieutenant Jack cried, admiringly.
"Clear American, I hope," retorted the girl. "Why should men be the only ones who can do or dare for the Flag?"
"Will you let me have the revolver, Miss Huston?"
"Gladly."
"Thank you. Now, if you will get inside he cab again."
"And you?"
"I'll sit with the driver and watch him,"
Jack kept his eye on the surly fellow until Miss Huston was inside the cab.
"Now, fellow, you get up on the box, and handle the reins from the left side," ordered the young naval officer.
"I always drive on the right side o' the box," came the sulky retort.