"I can't go no farther! I give myself up!" Above the awful silence that held the four young people, the prison siren shrieked in one long, mocking howl of triumph.
It was the stranger who was the first to act.

Pushing past Fred, and slipping from his own shoulders the long motor-coat, he flung it over the suit of purple-gray.

The goggles he clapped upon the old man's frightened eyes, the golf-cap he pulled down over the white hair.

With one arm he lifted the convict, and with the other dragged and pushed him into the seat beside the chauffeur.

Into the hands of the chauffeur he thrust the roll of bills.
"Get him away!" he ordered.