Still, he was of Scotch-Irish stock, and even the most ardent Nationalist would be slow to maintain that the men from beyond the Boyne are what is popularly and tersely described as "quitters." "I'd be better pleased if I had any sort of notion where that joker was heading for," he said, with a grim smile.

"I didn't count on taking a joy-ride at this hour of the morning." That was his sole concession to outraged official decorum.

He accepted a cigar, and forthwith resigned himself to the exigencies of the chase, which lay not with him but with the dark and devious purposes of the sinister Anatole.
The end, however, was nearer than any of them was now inclined to imagine.

A rapid run along the main road through Yonkers brought them to Hastings and the bank of the Hudson River.

The comparatively level grades of New York were replaced by hilly ground, and if they would avoid courting observation beyond any doubt of error it was essential that the gray car should be allowed greater latitude.