She was seated on the back seat of the car with Dick and Mrs. Harlan. Dick was between them, and as they turned into Broadway he took her hand, and pressed it tenderly. She returned the pressure softly, and looked up at him. As she did so she saw John Dorris. He was on the crowded sidewalk, hurrying down the street as fast as the throng in front of him would allow. For a moment their eyes met. She saw his pale, worried look change to fierce anger as he saw her there with Dick and Mrs. Harlan. He sprang to the curb and called out to her, but the car shot past. He followed desperately. A traffic policeman might stop them at Forty-second Street; that was his only chance. As he ran along, in the street, keeping close to the sidewalk, hundreds of heads turned to look after him. The Broadway crowd is quick to scent trouble, and as they saw the look on his face they turned laughingly, and tried to see what he was going to do. "Some guy is going to get his, if that feller's legs hold out," remarked a fat man with a wide grin of delight. "I wish he'd manage to pull it off quick, 'cause I'm too damned fat to do a Marathon." There they were! The long line of cars had stopped in response to the officer's raised hand. He would do it yet! His breath was coming in quick gasps, but he saw them! He saw the big red car in the line with all the others. He could see Fenway standing up, and looking back anxiously. He had good reason to be anxious! Lola should not do this thing! This man should not be allowed to blast her life! It would be better to get him by the throat, and drag him out of the car, and, no matter what, kill him if necessary. What came after did not count. This girl, the girl he loved, should not give her fresh beauty to this beast, soul and body to his vicious pleasures. He was in time, thank God for that! They saw him now, he could read the look of terror in Dick's face, the queer expression of fascinated interest, almost of delight in Lola's eyes, and he put all his strength into one last effort. As he sprang forward, his eyes on Dick, he heard a shrill whistle. The long line broke, the car seemed to leap from under his hands, he heard men cry out, angrily; he felt rough hands hurl him back to the sidewalk, and he saw Lola standing up, leaning over the back of the car, looking back, and laughing at him. CHAPTER XIII LOLA GOES TO FENWAY'S It seemed to Dr. Crossett, waiting there in the room, with this silent old man, that John had been gone a very long time. It was almost morning now, five hours, time enough surely for much to have happened. He had insisted, some hours before, on Maria's going to bed, for in spite of her grief she was so tired by the emotions of the evening, that it was impossible for her to keep her eyes open, and he had discovered her, sitting upright in a chair, sound asleep, with the tears rolling down her cheeks.