They were conscious that some of the women, noticeably old Miss Dexter, actually turned around and gazed at them.
"Aren't you afraid people will talk about us ?" asked Monty with a laugh.
"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.