Speedy inspected the rest of her harness and found it intact. He picked up the reins from the street and lashed them around the control crank on the car platform. He walked around the car and carefully inspected it. Everything seemed to be shipshape outside except for three or four broken windows and a gash in the right side of the vehicle by some sharp weapon. He walked into the car and looked around. Like the street outside, pieces of torn clothing and a few caps lay around and there were a few rips in the seats. But the car was thoroughly seaworthy.
Speedy walked to the front platform, took up the lines and said "Gid-dap" to Nellie.
As calmly as if her progress had not been interrupted by as fierce a street battle as lower New York had ever witnessed, Nellie took up her journey at the same slow, even pace as always.
On the next corner a slim feminine figure came out and hailed the car. Speedy gave out an exclamation of pleasure. It was Jane. King Tut was at her feet. He stopped and took both of Jane's hands as she tripped lightly aboard. The little dog followed her.
"Oh, Harold," she cried, "I just got here at the end. I went to Daisy Ryan's office with her, did some shopping and came back just in time to see the last of the fighting. Are you hurt? No? You're sure? Oh, those awful men. I can see them yet. I thought surely they would pull you down off the car and you would be killed. How did it happen? Do tell me all about it."
