"I will look after the driver." "Go ahead." Creak! open swung the door, and out into the night leaped a youth who seemed to be hotly pursued by four painted and bloodthirsty-appearing redskins.
The hack was standing exactly as Frank expected it would be, and he was on the box with the driver at two springs.
"It's all right," he asserted.

"We've got the fellow up there, though he did kick up some.

A part of our gang was rigged up like Indians, and they nipped him all right." "It's the divil's own set ye shtudints are!" muttered the driver.

"Av ye hurry, Oi'll sthay to take him away; but Oi'll not remain here long, fer it's th' cops will be down on us roight away." "We'll get away ahead of the cops, don't fear that," declared Frank.
"They're bringing him downstairs now.

We had to take two or three others with him; but well not bother with them long." "Arrah! th' poor freshman!" said the driver.