"
"I came to propose a peaceful--" began the Colonel, baffled.
"Step lively, Colonel Grand!" commanded Jenison. "Permit me, Miss
Grand."
"Don't touch me," hissed Roberta, disdaining his assistance. The look
she bestowed upon her father, as she passed him, was not a pleasant
one. He had promised her a different reception at the Portman home,
secretly depending on his power to force Mrs. Braddock to welcome an
armistice, no matter how distasteful it may have been to her. He had
not anticipated the outcome. Miss Grand accompanied him, meanly it is
true, in the hope that she might gloat over the Braddocks in their
humiliation.
She entered the cab, frightened and dismayed. Her father, still
grasping his pistol, followed her. He cast a defeated, almost
appealing glance at the uncompromising face of the young man who held
open the door.
"You can't obtain a warrant for me," he said nervously. "I have the
law on my side. I can prove that this man threatened--"
"Drive on, cabby," said David relentlessly. "I've taken your number.
You will be called on as a witness. Don't argue! I mean it!"
Muttering excitedly, the driver, without the customary "where to?"
started off down the street.
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