Promise me you won't." "I never make rash promises," answered David, smiling.

"Be merciful to the candidates." Lifting his cap, the young man hurried off and turned the corner without looking back.
"I wonder what I had better do," Grace mused.

"I know perfectly well that David Nesbit won't go away.

He will wait until he thinks I am far enough up the street and then he'll follow me.

As soon as he finds out where I am going he'll rush back and hunt up Hippy Wingate and Reddy Brooks.