There came the sound of the Kid's feet grating on the road, as he turned, and, as he heard it, Mr. Parker for the first time lost his head. With a vague idea of screening John, he half-rose. The pistol wavered. It was the chance John had prayed for. His left hand shot out, grasped the other's wrist, and gave it a sharp wrench. The pistol went off with a deafening report, the bullet passing through the back of the cab, then fell to the floor, as the fingers lost their hold. And the next moment John's right fist, darting upward, crashed home. The effect was instantaneous. John had risen from his seat as he delivered the blow, and it got the full benefit of his weight. Mr. Parker literally crumpled up. His head jerked, then fell limply forward. John pushed him on to the seat as he slid toward the floor. The interested face of the Kid appeared at the window. Behind him could be seen portions of the faces of the two thick-necks. "Hello, Kid," said John. "I heard your voice. I hoped you might look in for a chat." The Kid stared, amazed. "What's doin'?" he queried. "A good deal. I'll explain later. First, will you kindly knock that chauffeur down and sit on his head?" "De guy's beat it," volunteered the first thick-neck. "Surest thing you know," said the other. "What's been doin'?" asked the Kid. "What are you going to do with this guy?" John inspected the prostrate Mr. Parker, who had begun to stir slightly. "I guess we'll leave him here," he said. "I've had all of his company that I need for to-day. Show me the nearest station, Kid. I must be getting back to New York. I'll tell you all about it as we go. A walk will do me good. Riding in a taxi is pleasant, but, believe me, you can have too much of it." CHAPTER XXIX A REPRESENTATIVE GATHERING When John returned to the office, he found that his absence had been causing Betty an anxious hour's waiting. She had been informed by Pugsy that he had gone out in the company of Mr. Parker, and she felt uneasy. She turned white at his story of the ride, but he minimized the dangers. "I don't think he ever meant to shoot. I think he was going to shut me up somewhere out there, and keep me till I promised to be good." "Do you think my stepfather told him to do it?" "I doubt it. I fancy Parker is a man who acts a good deal on his own inspirations. But we'll ask him, when he calls to-day." "Is he going to call?" "I have an idea he will," said John. "I sent him a note just now, asking if he could manage a visit." It was unfortunate, in the light of subsequent events, that Mr. Jarvis should have seen fit to bring with him to the office that afternoon two of his collection of cats, and that Long Otto, who, as before, accompanied him, should have been fired by his example to the extent of introducing a large yellow dog. For before the afternoon was ended, space in the office was destined to be at premium.