ted trains grinding on a curve
high overhead. The Hundred and Tenth street curve, of course; there is
no other such curve on the island.

The car turned to the right and then to the left again, still running
in the rails. "Eighth avenue now," he said to himself, "and still
heading north."

Later he heard a car-gong of a different timbre and the unmistakable
hiss of a trolley wheel on its wire. There are no overhead wires on
Manhattan Island except at the several points where the off-island
railways terminate. "Union railway," Evan said to himself. "We've
reached the Harlem river." Sure enough, they passed over a
draw-bridge; the double clank-clank of the draw could not be mistaken.
"Central Bridge," thought Evan.

But in the smoothly paved streets of the Bronx he lost every clue to
his whereabouts. They ran in the car tracks for a while, then left
them; they made several right and left turns and crossed other tracks.
Evan guessed they were in a well-travelled motor highway for he heard
other cars, but that told him nothing; there are a dozen such highways
radiating from Central Bridge.

He lay against the feet and legs of his two captors. He listened
eagerly for any talk between them that might furnish him with a clue.
But if they conversed it must have been in whispers. On one occasion,
though, he heard him of the milder voice say:

"He's so quiet! Do you suppose he's all right?"

"Search me!" was the indifferent response. "His body is hot enough on
my feet, I know."

"Hadn't I better look at him?"

"Sure! And print your face on his memory forever!"

"I believe that comforter is half suffocating him."

"What of it? You can't make a cake without breaking eggs."

Gradually the noises of the street lessened, and Evan gathered that
they were getting out into the sparsely settled districts. They were
bowling along rapidly and smoothly. About twenty minutes after they
had crossed Central Bridge (if Central Bridge it was) the more
determined voice suddenly said to the chauffeur:

"Don't turn in now. There's a car behind. Run slow and let it pass.
Then come back."

This was evidently done. They turned in the road. As they came back
the voice said:

"All clear. Go ahead in."

The car turned to the right and jolted over what seemed to be a shallow
ditch. The road that followed was of the roughest character. If it
was a road at all it was a wood-track; Evan heard the twigs crackle
under