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"They've called out the police. Any one who wants to run a car will be protected all right." "You don't know how to run a car," rejoined the voice. "I won't apply as a motorman," he answered. "I can ring up fares all right." "They'll want motormen, mostly." "They'll take anybody; that I know."
Bean looked down upon these delayed people with amused sympathy. Then, astoundingly, his eye fell upon one of the passengers a little aloof from the group about the motorman. He, too, after a last look at the car, seemed to be resolving on that long tramp to the station.
"Well, cheer up, Betty; we're going to Hampton Court Palace soon, and I guess that'll suit you all right. Is this where we take the tram, Mrs. Pitt? There's one coming now!" John ran out into the road and gesticulated frantically, so that the motorman would be sure to stop. That dignified English personage looked rather surprised, but John did not care.
Neither did it stop to pick up any one else for several blocks; there was a space before it unobstructed by traffic. The motorman turned on more power and Mr. Heatherbloom listened gratefully to the humming wheels. At the same time he looked back; at the corner where he had turned into Fourth avenue he fancied a number of people were gathering.
Unfortunately, my motorman was a high-strung, nervous Irishman, who made me so nervous that I often could not give the signals properly, and who made life generally unpleasant for me. He professed a liking for me and did prevent one or two serious accidents.
The conductor rang the bell, and the car started forward again with its two passengers Maku within, Orme without the pursuer and the pursued. "I thought the motorman and I was going to have to chuck that chap off," commented the conductor. "If the Jap hadn't stuck a pin into him " "I don't think it was a pin. The Japanese know where to touch you so that it will hurt."
The court officials were now in hot pursuit of the fleeing lad, one officer seizing a buggy, another jumping upon a street car and ordering the motorman to proceed at his utmost speed. Henry had almost covered the full length of the bridge when the cry of the officers, caught up from one to another, had about come up with him.
But the motorman only gave him an angry glance and would not even reach around and lift the latch. "He's running away with us!" exclaimed Lillie Nevins, who was always easily frightened. "Oh, my dear!" laughed another girl. "What an elopement!" "I hate to do it," said the conductor, when he came back to Miss March. "But I'll report him to the inspector when we get to the end of the route."
It was all a learning of Order, an integration of Order; and yet this motorman was held in rigid bands of steel, making the same unswerving passage up and down the same streets, possibly a score of times each day his lessons of Order having long since lost their meaning; his faculties narrowing as fingers tighten, lest Order break into chaos again.
"On an island in the river," added Sue, so the conductor would know what her brother meant. "Well, if you've been shipwrecked, I guess you are able to take a trolley ride," laughed the motorman, for Bunny and Sue were riding in the front seat. "Hey, conductor!" called a man in the back seat of the car, "there's a dog chasing after us!" "Why, so there is!"
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