Run like the deuce! We've got to catch a train .-- That will be quicker than any cab," he explained to Harkless.

"We'll break the ordinance against fast driving, getting down there." Ten minutes later the cart swept away from the house at a gait which pained the respectable neighborhood.

The big horse plunged through the air, his ears laid flat toward his tail; the cart careened sickeningly; the face of the servant clutching at the rail in the rear was smeared with pallor as they pirouetted around curves on one wheel--to him it seemed they skirted the corners and Death simultaneously--and the speed of their going made a strong wind in their faces.
Harkless leaned forward.
"Can you make it a little faster, Tom ?" he said.
They dashed up to the station amid the cries of people flying to the walls for safety; the two gentlemen leaped from the cart, bore down upon the ticket-office, stormed at the agent, and ran madly at the gates, flourishing their passports.

The official on duty eyed them wearily, and barred the way.
"Been gone two minutes," he remarked, with a peaceable yawn.
Harkless stamped his foot on the cement flags; then he stood stock still, gazing at the empty tracks; but Meredith turned to him, smiling.
"Won't it keep ?" he asked.
"Yes, it will keep," John answered.

"Part of it may have to keep till election day, but some of it I will settle before night.