"Damn that tire!" cried the man. "There goes Bobo's last chance of salvation!" said Jack. The blow-out had been heard in the car ahead. They swept out of sight around a bend tooting their horn triumphantly. It took them the usual half an hour to change tires. "Back to town I suppose," said the driver when he was ready to start again. "No!" said Jack. "They might blow up a tire, too. Keep on!" In a village called Kingsville they stopped long enough to make sure that the Macklin car was still ahead of them. At the next place, Belair, they came upon it resting demurely in front of a dwelling. Since there was a church next door, it was not difficult to guess that this house was a parsonage. "I thought so," said Jack grimly. He jumped out and rang the bell. When the door was opened by a maid there was no need for him to make any inquiry. Through an open archway he could see into the living-room of the house. Bobo and Miriam were standing hand in hand before the parson with his book. Even as Jack looked, he finished pronouncing the benediction, and the couple turned around. Miriam had evidently left her woeful headgear in the car outside. She was wearing the dashing green hat again. Jack, forgetting for the moment that he was disguised, stepped into the room. Bobo did not know him, but Miriam did. Her face lighted up with a wicked triumph. "What a pity you were late!" she said with mocking sweetness, "I would so much have liked you to be present!" "What--who--who's this?" stammered Bobo. "This is Jack. All dressed up! Don't you recognize his beautiful eyes?" Bobo saw that it was Jack, turned pale, and looked furtively about him for a way out, in case things went suddenly against him. "Be the first to congratulate me," said Miriam to Jack. "Most of all I want to hear it from you." Poor Bobo in his skin-tight uniform was an absurd figure of a bridegroom. With humble eyes, he was mutely imploring Jack not to give him away. Jack had no intention of doing so. Knowing himself to be the real master of the situation, he could well afford to put up with the girl's outrageous triumphant air. Jack's smile irritated her. She lost her joyful look. The commoner aspect of her broke through. "I'm Mrs. Norman," she said with a disagreeable laugh. She displayed her wedding-ring. "You can't get around that! Remember it, the next time you start out to get the better of me." "Miriam, for God's sake, don't provoke him!" whispered poor Bobo. "Provoke him!" she said, raising her voice. "You seem strangely afraid of hurting the feelings of your secretary. He needs to be provoked. He's too big for his shoes! Let him understand that I'm the mistress now, and his chance of keeping his job depends on his pleasing me!" Bobo almost fainted.