Lenore gasped as she saw her father, for his eyes were upon her and he had recognized events.
"Say, Mister Ruenke, the postmaster says you get letters here under different names," said Anderson, bluntly.
"Yes--I--I--get them--for a friend," stammered the driver, as his face turned white.
"You lyin' German pup!...

I'll look over them letters!" Anderson's big hand shot out to clutch Nash, holding him powerless, and with the other hand he searched Nash's inside coat pockets, to tear forth a packet of letters.

Then Anderson released him and stepped back.

"Get out of that car!" he thundered.
Nash made a slow movement, as if to comply, then suddenly he threw on the power.

The car jerked forward.
Anderson leaped to get one hand on the car door, the other on Nash.