Penny Dreadfuls, 1897 · page 208 of 240
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av ad 4 204 A STUBBORN ANTAGONIST. . the driver; ‘‘from here I can act quicker. Hit her uP ; Mike!’’ So off they went on another pursuit, Mike treating his | horse to more lash than he had ever experienced before. ’ ‘‘T don’t believe you'll need to go so fast as torisk — arrest,’’ said Paul; ‘‘Patterson probably don’t suspect — that we are after him, and it would be better to goa Htten slower than to be stopped again by a policeman.”’ ‘‘T almost ran down one cop who tried to make me pull up before,’’ responded Mike, through set teeth, ‘tan’ I~ wouldn’t mind bein’ took in myself if it wasn't for saci the game. I'll look sharp, sir, never fear.’ F Patterson and his carriage had disappeared around a corner almost before the coupé had started, but they were — soon in view again, jogging forward at a rather a ’ . rate several blocks ahead. ‘Will I overhaul him, sir, right away?’ asked Mike. ~ “I could do it by driving like sin.”’ ‘Don’t risk it,’’ answered Paul; ‘‘as long as he is ta sight, I shan’t worry if we gain a little at every block. | Let’s not drive fast enough to attract attention, for we — may have a row when we catch him, and the less croway around the better.’’ ‘‘If there’s to be a fight’’ said Mike, with a hopeful grin, ‘‘T can do Patterson. I’m not even with him yet for doin’ , the trick to me wheel.”’ - ‘‘All right. If it comes to a scrimmage, you look after 4 him, and I’ll try to attend to the passengers. I'll tell you — just what we suspect, so that you can understand what — you are todo. If we're not mistaken, Mr. Strobel is in that carriage, helplessly bound. There may be another — man with him. In any case, we must get Strobel away and put him in the coupé. When that is done, you drive — straight to Mr. Pembroke’s. Don’t wait for Miss Hilman or me if we don’t happen to get in. We'll take care of our- — selves. You look out for Mr. Strobel. Call the police to © help if you need to, for we've nothing to fear from one > > | law. Gomicbhooks.com