vitally important that I take charge of the car with Pop away. I can't take time to explain things now and I wouldn't anyway in front of this man. Put the thing on the basis that I'm an old friend and I'm out of a job and you're helping me out by giving me one driving the car."
"Is that the height of your ambition—driving a horse car?" Jane asked, sparring for time.
"My ambition is to drive this particular horse car," Speedy said vehemently.
"It's ridiculous," Carter interrupted. "This was all talked over with Mr. Dillon before he left and he agreed that a man furnished by me was to drive the car. Now—"
"All right," said Speedy brightly. "Call Pop on the 'phone and we'll both talk to him. I'll tell him what I've found out about you and he can decide what he wants to do."
Carter flushed. As Speedy knew, he would not welcome having Pop Dillon hear that trouble was brewing. The old man would be on the scene himself in a jiffy.
"Nevertheless, Mr. Carter," Jane declared firmly. "I believe I'll appoint Harold to drive the car. As he says, he's out of a job and granddad and I as old friends of his ought to help him. Besides, he's been on the car before and understands all about it. I'm sure you can explain to the driver you had coming that this emergency has happened and I hired Harold. He'll understand, I'm sure. And I'm very much obliged to you for the trouble you've taken."
Carter for an instant caught himself in the un-
