"Monty Brewster, this pace is positively dangerous." "Perhaps it is," he responded, "but if they haven't sense enough to keep out of the way they shouldn't kick if they get run over." "I don't mean the people or the automobiles or traps or trees or monuments, Monty; I mean you and me.

I know we'll either be killed or arrested." "This isn't anything to the gait I'll be going if everything turns out as I expect.

Don't be worried, Babs.

Besides it's one now.

Lord, I didn't dream it was so late." "Is your appointment so important ?" she asked, hanging on.
"Well, I should say it is, and--look out--you blooming idiot! Do you want to get killed ?" The last remark was hurled back at an indignant pedestrian who had escaped destruction by the merest chance.
"Here we are," he said, as they drew up beside the entrance to the Elevated.