er the prisoner. When the court's made up its mind they'll let me
know, and I'll drive on. Now in the Civil War we sent them politicals to
Fort Wadsworth."

"So you have to wait till they decide?"

"You bet I have. And there ain't no superfluity of shade on the sunny
side of this street neither," replied the driver, as he slipped off his
coat and hung it with his cap on a peg beside the box seat of the Black
Maria.

"Suppose you were to run into the court and see how they're getting on,"
suggested Banborough, slipping a coin into his hand. "I want a word with
the police when they've finished. Mention the _Daily Leader_. I'll
watch your horses."

"Oh, they'll stand quiet enough," said the man. Then, suspiciously,
jerking his thumb over his shoulder towards Spotts, he asked: "Who's yer
pal?"

"Just a green hand whom I'm initiating into the business."

"You're pretty green yourself or you wouldn't have set me up," said the
driver. "But if you'll mind them horses I'll just run across to
McCafferty's saloon and have a schooner of beer, and then drop into
court for you."

"All right," responded Cecil. "Only don't be all day; I've got another
detail."

"Say," rejoined the man, "I can put beer down quicker than you can
wink." And he ran across the street.

"Well, what's to be done?" demanded Banborough, as the man left them.

"That's easily answered," replied Spotts. "When he's in court we'll jump
on the box, drive for all we're worth till we've eluded pursuit, then
rescue Miss Arminster and be off to Yonkers."

"But that's laying ourselves open to arrest," expostulated the
Englishman.

"We've done that already," said his friend.

"But they'll know we're not officials: we've no uniform."

"What, not when the driver has obligingly left his hat and coat?" said
Spotts. "Slip them on. You've dark trousers, and no one will suspect."

"But driving fast--?" protested the author.

"Well, we're going to a 'hurry call,' of course. You've no invention,
man! And besides, I can't drive."

"Oh, that doesn't matter," said Banborough. "I understand all about
horses."

"So I supposed, as you're an Englishman."

"I don't care much for this business, you know," remonstrated the
unfortunate author.

"Neither do I," replied the actor. "But we might as well be killed for a
sheep as a lamb, and we've a good chance of winning. Here comes the
driver; give him a bluff."

"I ain't lost much time," panted that individual as he