"Talk about our riding together in the park? It's just as safe
here as it would be in Fifth Avenue. Besides, who cares? I fancy
we can stand it."

"You're a thoroughbred, Barbara. I simply didn't want you talked
about. When I go too far, say the word and drop me."

"I have a luncheon at two, but until then we have our ride."

Monty gasped and looked at his watch. "Five minutes to one," he
cried. The matter of his engagement with the attorney had quite
escaped him. In the exhilaration of Miss Drew's companionship he
had forgotten even Uncle James's millions.

"I've got a date at one that means life and death to me. Would you
mind taking me down to the nearest Elevated--or--here, let me run
it."

Almost before Barbara was aware of what was happening they had
changed places and the machine, under Monty's guidance, was
tearing over the ground.

"Of all the casual people," said the girl, by no means unequal to
the excitement, "I believe you're kidnapping me."

But when she saw the grim look on Monty's face and one policeman
after another warned him she became seriously alarmed. "Monty
Brewster, this pace is positively dangerous."

"Perhaps it is," he responded, "but if they haven't sense enough