Then he burst out at Claire, taunting, jeering, and abusing.
"That's enough!" cried Tinker angrily.

"Pstt! Pstt! At him, Blazer! At him!" For a few seconds Courtnay tried fighting, but his upbringing in France had not fitted him to cope with a heavy bull-terrier.

When the train ran into the station at Nice, he was out on the footboard, on the further side, yelling lustily.
"Come on quick, before there's a fuss!" cried Tinker, catching up Claire's handbag, and opening the door.

They jumped down, Tinker whistled Blazer, and the three of them bustled along the platform.
"I've no ticket!" gasped Claire, who every moment expected Courtnay to be upon them.
"I thought of that! I've got one for you!" said Tinker; and before Courtnay had quite realised that the train had stopped, they were out of the station.
Tinker hurried his charge along the line of fiacres, and stopped at a victoria and pair.
"Hola, cocher!" he said.

"From the Couronne d'Or?
Wired for to drive a lady and a boy to Monte Carlo ?" "Oui, monsieur!" cried the driver, gaily cracking his whip.
They scrambled in; and the horses stepped out.