There, about twenty feet to his right, he saw the purring taxicab which he had ordered waiting for a quick run. In front of the restaurant entrance, now to his left, was another car, with a chauffeur standing by its open door, expectantly. Burke ran up just as Shepard emerged from the restaurant entrance. The officer sprang at the big fellow and dealt him a terrible blow on the side of the head. The man staggered and his hold weakened. As he did so Burke caught the inanimate form of the young girl in his own arms. He turned before Shepard or the waiting chauffeur could recover from their surprise and ran toward the car at the right. The two men were after him, but Burke lifted the girl into the machine and cried to the chauffeur: "Go it!" "Who are you?" "I'm Mr. Green," said Burke. The chauffeur sprang into his seat, but as he did so Shepard was upon the young officer and trying to climb into the door. Biff! Here was a chance for every ounce of accumulated ire to assert itself, and it did so, through the hardened muscles of Officer 4434's right arm. Shepard sank backward with a groan, as the taxi-cab shot forward obedient to its throttle. Burke was bounced backward upon the unconscious girl, but the machine sped swiftly with a wise chauffeur at its wheel. He did not know where his passenger wished to go, but his judgment told him it was away from pursuit. He turned swiftly down the first street to the right. Back on the sidewalk before the restaurant there was intense excitement. Baxter, Craig and Jimmie the Monk had followed the artful Shepard to the street by the side door. They assisted the chauffeur in picking up the bepummeled man from the sidewalk. "Say, Jimmie! There's somebody shadowing us. Get into that cab of Mike's and we'll chase him!" cried Baxter. They rushed for the other cab, leaving Craig to mop Shepard's wan face with a perfumed handkerchief. After the slight delay of cranking it the second car whizzed along the street. But that delay was fatal to the purpose of the pursuers, for ere they had reached the corner down which the first machine had turned the entire block was empty. Burke's driver had made another right turn. Bobbie opened the door and yelled to the chauffeur as he hung to the jamb with difficulty. "Drive past the restaurant again very slowly, but don't stop. Then keep on going straight up the avenue." The chauffeur knew the advantage of doubling on a trail, and by the time he had passed the restaurant after a third and fourth right turn--making a trip completely around the block--the excitement had died down. The pursuers had gone on a wild-goose chase in the opposite direction, little suspecting such a simple trick. The taxicab rumbled nonchalantly up the avenue for five or six blocks, while Burke worked in a vain effort to restore his fair prisoner to consciousness. The car stopped in a dark stretch between blocks.