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As we turned the bend in the road just before we reached the
ferry, we almost ran into two cars standing before the ferry
house. It looked as though one had run squarely in front of the
other and blocked it off. In the slip the ferry boat was still
steaming and waiting.
Beside the wrecked car a man was lying on the ground groaning,
while another man was quieting a girl whom he was leading to the
waiting-room of the ferry.
Brixton, weak though he was from his illness, leaped out of our
car almost before we stopped and caught the girl in his arms.
"Father!" she exclaimed, clinging to him.
"What's this?" he demanded sternly, eying the man. It was
Wachtmann himself.
"Conrad saved me from that chauffeur of his," explained Miss
Brixton. "I met him on the train, and we were going to ride up to
the house together. But before Conrad could get into the car this
fellow, who had the engine running, started it. Conrad jumped into
another car that was waiting at the station. He overlook us and
dodged in front so as to cut the chauffeur off from the ferry.


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