I"ve got to keep him, too," added Lieutenant Benson, gravely.
As he spoke, the submarine boy drew a pair of handcuffs from an inner pocket.
"By Jove, do naval youngsters in this country carry such jewelry?"
murmured Lieutenant Abercrombie, R.N.
"They do, I guess, when they"re engaged on work like mine at present,"
smiled Lieutenant Jack, United States Navy.
"Now, then, by Jove, I think I"d better go back to the young lady,"
suddenly decided Abercrombie, for Millard still showed no signs of recovering his senses. One of the other two men who had been ridden down now recovered enough to begin to crawl away furtively.
"Do you want that chap?" asked Abercrombie.
"I have no facilities for keeping him a prisoner," Jack answered.
"For that matter, I guess he"s nothing but a hired tough. The Washington police can find and take care of him at their convenience."
"Good enough," nodded the British lieutenant. "And now--"
"Would you mind if I go to her, instead?" inquired Benson, hastily.
"Not in the least, dear old fellow. And, while you"re gone, I"ll const.i.tute myself a special "bobby" to look after this chap of yours in the bracelets."
So Jack hurried off up the road, wondering how Daisy Huston fared with a revolver and a hostile cabman.
CHAPTER XXIII
"FOREIGN TRADE" BECOMES BRISK
The cab horses were browsing quietly by the roadside.
Miss Daisy looked anything but perturbed.
In fact, she had pa.s.sed all uneasiness of spirit on to the cab driver.
That worthy had come back to his senses, but Miss Huston had compelled him to sit on the ground, his back to a tree. She stood a few yards away, watching the surly fellow and holding the pistol as though it were not the first time she had had such a weapon in her hand.
"Oh, I"m so glad you"ve come, Mr. Benson!" cried the girl, with true feminine relief. "I was so worried about you. But you"re not hurt--badly. I hurried a horseman on to you. He reached you?"
"Yes, thank you," nodded Lieutenant Benson. "And now, Miss Huston, I must inform you that we have Millard--your Donald Graves--a prisoner and manacled. I must first find a way of getting you back into town.
Then I must turn Millard over to the authorities."
"Why can"t he go back in the same cab with me?" asked Miss Huston, quickly.
"You--could you endure that?"
"Yes," replied the girl, bravely. "I took you to him. I sent the a.s.sistance that enabled you to take him prisoner. Do not fear for me, Mr. Benson."
"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.
"Undoubtedly; but you"re driving on the left side this afternoon,"
returned Benson, with a look of significance. "By the way, did I mention the fact, yet, that I have an uncertain and bad temper? Now, climb up into your place, and don"t you attempt to start until I"m beside you and give the word!"
A moment later Jack Benson sat beside the driver, holding the revolver in his right hand.
"Now, back to the house," spoke the young naval officer.
Without a word the driver turned his horses about, heading back.
"Here we are!" came, cheerily, from Lieutenant Abercrombie, R.N.
Millard was sitting up, a black scowl on his face as Jack and the others appeared.
"Now, I"ve got to get this outfit back into Washington, somehow," mused Jack, after noticing that Abercrombie had allowed the other thug to crawl away to safety.
"Why, of course, dear old fellow, you under stand that I"m helping,"
hinted the British officer.
"That"s mighty good of you," murmured Jack. "Then we can do it easily."
Daisy Huston had stepped from the cab. She stood regarding the scowling captive.
"I"m glad I know you, Donald; glad I found you out in time," she said, quietly, gazing hard at him.
"I thought you a friend," Millard retorted, bitterly. "Great Heavens, Daisy, if you had been on my side through thick and thin, in good report and ill, I could have defied all these idiots in Washington. What an ally you would have been! But you chose to be an enemy."
"An enemy to my country"s enemies, yes," replied the girl, steadily.