gave the Whirlwind a few turns.

"I hope we get home without any further trouble," came from the
folds of Ray's blue veil. "I think we have had enough for one
day."

"Enough!" echoed Clip. "Why, I could stand ten times that much!
I love trouble - in the abstract."

"Suppose you call this the abstract," almost sneered Daisy, who
evidently did not relish being crowded.

"Certainly I do," declared Clip. "Just gaze on the abstracted
Turtle!"

"Who's that?" whispered Hazel nervously. A step could be heard in
the roadway.

"My bandit!" breathed Clip. "Oh, my darling, desperate bandit!"

"Hush!" cautioned Cora, for she felt the possibility of Paul's
captors being about still. Then two figures appeared from the
sharp turn in the road. Cora wanted to start, but hesitated. The
figures came closer. They were those of two well-dressed men;
that was easily discernable.

Clip put her hand over her heart.

"Oh-h=h!" she groaned audibly. "Isn't he handsome!"