He took a good long breath and, grinning enjoyably in the darkness, settled himself to make the best of his predicament.

Now that he had discovered Tom Cowan to be one of his abductors, he was filled with such glee that he found it hard work to keep silent.

But he did, and all the gibes of his captors, uttered in quite the most polite language imaginable, failed to elicit a reply.
"Beautiful evening for a drive, is it not ?" asked one.
"I trust you had not planned to attend the freshman dinner to-night ?" asked another.

"For I fear we shall be late in reaching home." "You are quite comfortable?
Is there any particular road you would like to drive?
any part of our lovely suburbs you care to visit ?" "Surly brute!" growled a fourth, who was Cowan.

"Let's make him speak, eh?
Let's twist his arm a bit." "You sit still or I'll punch your thick head," said the first speaker coldly.