"Oh, by the powers and dominations, I have only two minutes to keep it in! How the time has raced! I say, there's an auto-taxi looming on the horizon, over by the Invalides; I must catch it if I can.
Come, boy! Put your best foot foremost!" Laughing and running like a couple of school-boys, they zigzagged through the labyrinth of formal trees, and secured the cab as it was wheeling toward the _quais_.
"Good!" exclaimed Blake.

"And now, what next?
Can I give you a lift ?" His foot was on the step of the cab, his fingers on the handle of the door, his face, flushed from his run and from the cold, looked pleasantly young.

The boy's heart went out to him in a glow of comradeship.
"No, I will remain here.

But I--I want to see you soon again.

May I ?" "May you?
Say the word! To-morrow?
To-night ?" The cab was snorting impatience; Blake opened the door and stepped inside.
The boy colored.