"I appreciate your invitation and regret that I cannot accept it." The conversation again turned to the subject of the coming football season, and an animated discussion ensued, as Sub-master Luce was an enthusiastic advocate of football.
Suddenly, Dick, glancing ahead out of the window, turned pale.
Without a word of explanation he sprang from his seat and made a bound for the nearer car door, the rear one.
"Everyone off! Stop the car! Hustle!" shouted the high school boy.

"Mr.Luce! Come on.

Quick!" By the time the last words were uttered Dick had made a flying leap from the car platform.
By good luck, rather more than by expert work, he landed on his feet.

Not an instant did he lose, but dashed along at full speed.
John Luce, though he had no inkling of what had caused the excitement, sprang after Dick.
Dick, however, had not waited to see if the sub-master had followed him.

His horror-filled eyes, as he ran, were turned straight ahead.
It needed but a few steps to carry him across the road.