"You're going to drive straight to Judge Van Vorst's, and explain to HIM!" The stranger tossed his arms even higher.

"Thank God!" he exclaimed gratefully.
With his prisoner Jimmie encountered no further trouble.

He made a willing captive.

And if in covering the five miles to Judge Van Vorst's he exceeded the speed limit, the fact that from the rear seat Jimmie held the shotgun against the base of his skull was an extenuating circumstance.
They arrived in the nick of time.

In his own car young Van Vorst and a bag of golf clubs were just drawing away from the house.