"McCarthy just got out, mayor's orders. Pretty well bunged up, but says he can play. He's gone with some girl in an auto. She was waiting for him." Feehan glanced at his watch. It was 6.23. "Twelve minutes for two and a half miles," he muttered. "They'll just make it." And with a sigh he picked up his scattered sheets and muttered: "Let's see, what did this fellow Houseman hit last season?" CHAPTER XXX _A Race to Save the Day_ Kohinoor McCarthy, emerging from his cell into the fetid atmosphere of the receiving room of the police station, was met by Cramer, who broke from the group of reporters, lawyers and police officials stirred to activity at that early hour by the frantic efforts of Technicalities Feehan. His head was rudely bandaged and his discolored face was swollen and cut. There was no time for questionings. "Hurry, McCarthy," said Cramer. "There is an automobile outside waiting to take you to the station. You have about a quarter of an hour to catch the train." McCarthy, with a word of thanks, hastened through the station, leaped down the steps with an agility that proved his injuries did not affect his speed, and sprang to the car. The morning sun was just commencing to reach down into the cavern of the street into which the car leaped, and it shone directly in their eyes. The car lurched around a corner and swung into the avenue for the race to the station. At that instant the girl's veil flapped back, revealing her face. "Betty!" exclaimed McCarthy. "You"---- "You didn't know me?" she asked as she steadied the car and increased its pace over the smooth asphalt. "Why are you here? What are you doing?" he asked in astonishment. "I had to come," she replied swiftly. "There was no one else. We must catch the train. Don't talk, please." He leaned back wearily and watched the street as it seemed to flow past them. "How much time have we?" he asked above the roaring of the wind. "The train leaves at 6.35," she called back, without lifting her eyes. "Watch for clocks." She had increased the speed gradually and the light car jumped as it struck a cross-town street-car track. Suddenly the car jolted, slid to a quick stop and with an exclamation of despair the girl strove to reverse and killed the engine. "The street is closed below," she said. "Crank up, the engine is dead." McCarthy leaped from the car and cranked rapidly. A precious minute was lost before the engine throbbed and the girl, turning the car quickly, ran back a block, swung across to a side street and raced for the station. "The captain of the bell boys is waiting with the tickets. I sent him before I left the hotel," she said without lifting her eyes. "Jump from the car the moment I stop. He'll meet you at the gate." "Two minutes--can we make it?" he asked.