He reined sharply to the right, hearing a cry of horror break from the lips of the driver. He bent to the left and looked down, although he was nearly flung from the seat. What Frank saw brought a prayer of thankfulness and relief from his pale lips. The policeman was not slow to realize his peril, and he rolled over once, getting far enough out of the way so that the wheels did not pass over him, although they brushed his clothes. “All right!” laughed Frank, with a great burst of relief. “Close call, old chap; but a miss is as good as a mile.” It was one of the desperate adventures of Frank’s life, as he well knew, for to be caught and stopped then meant certain disgrace and expulsion for all connected with the affair. Frank had realized this as soon as the policeman started toward them, and for that reason he had made the hustle of his life to get away with the kidnaped proctor. On leaped the horses. The driver began to demur. “What in blazes does this mean?” he demanded. “Why are you snatching the reins from my hands? I can drive me own cab.” “Steady, my friend,” said Frank. “I haven’t a doubt of it, but the case was desperate. Keep cool and it will be all right. Just give me the pleasure of driving, and it will be an extra ten dollars in your pocket.” Ten dollars! That meant something to the driver, but still he was afraid, as well as angry. “I don’t care about gettin’ into no scrape with the cops,” he said. “What kind of business are you chaps up to?” “It’s all right, don’t let that worry you. If that cop doesn’t catch us, you won’t get into any trouble. Listen! There goes his call for aid!” “Are you a student?” asked the driver. “Sure.” “Hazin’ some feller, I reckon?” “You are a good guesser, old man.” The driver was relieved. If it was no more than a case of hazing, it was not so very serious. More than once his cab had been hired to assist students in some hazing scheme. “But I’ll take the reins,” he said, as he took them from Frank’s hand; “and I want to warn you not ter snatch ’em from me again. If you do--well, something will hit you hard. As it was, I came near throwin’ you off. Would, too, if I hadn’t been so scared for fear you’d run down the cop.” “Then it was a good thing for me you were scared,” laughed Frank, who seemed remarkably at his ease now that the danger of the moment was over. He turned to look back. “Cop is running after us,” he said. “Turn to the right at the next corner. Hope he won’t stir up any chap who will try to stop us. We can’t afford to be stopped now.” “You student chaps are a fast gang,” said the driver, and Frank could not tell if the man’s voice expressed admiration or contempt. “Oh, I don’t know!” said Merry, easily. “I presume we are pretty rapid.” The cab was rattling over the stones at such a pace that talking was not easy, so they dropped it here for a time. Few words passed between them save when Frank gave the driver directions.