He left all that to the driver, as
most people do when employing cabs.
"I'd like just a little peep-in at Rhinds tonight," thought Jack, as he
settled back against the comfortable upholstery. "I reckon he knows,
by this time, something of the way of the transgressor."
If the young submarine captain noticed anything at all of the way the
driver was taking him, he saw only that the vehicle was rolling through
a quiet, rather shabby, ill-lighted portion of the city.
Thus the cab went, down street after street, the horses moving only at
the slowest trot.
"What this cab needs is one of our gasoline engines," thought Jack,
lazily. Then, suddenly:
"No, sir! By gracious, no! That would make an automobile out of this
old tub on wheels, and, until Mr. Pollard gets whole again, anyway,
we've had enough of automobiles. One of our crowd in hospital, at a
time, is plenty!"
Then there came a moment in which the cab stopped so suddenly that the
young skipper was all but thrown from his seat.
"Gracious!" uttered the submarine boy.
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