"There is no time like the present.

There couldn't be a better place.

Away out here in this sequestered spot no one will hear your frenzied yells for help." Reddy rose determinedly from the steps of the old Omnibus House and made a nimble spring toward the loquacious prattler.
"Never touched me," was wafted defiantly back, as Hippy Wingate skilfully eluded Reddy's avenging hand and disappeared around the protecting corner of the one-time hostelry.

The old Omnibus House had ever been his refuge when put to flight by his long-suffering companions.
"You might have known it," shrugged Nora Wingate with an indifference which marked long association with the verbose refugee.

"In about three minutes you'll hear a frantic voice calling on me for protection.