"I think so," said I, looking at the flashing hedgerows.

"You see, I've given up acting for the pictures. Otherwise, I
should adjust my handcuffs, run along the foot-board, and dive in
the direction of the nearest pond."

"While I- ?"

"Lay perfectly still. You see, I should be carrying you in my
teeth."

"Thanks awfully."

"Not at all. It's a great life."

"It's a rotten death."

"Possibly. Otherwise, you emerge from the infirmary to find that
A Jump for Life has already left the Edgware Road for Reading and
is eagerly expected at Stockton-on-Tees, that the company for
which you work is paying twenty-seven percent and that rehearsals
for Kicked to Death begin on Monday. However."

I stopped. The girl was leaning back in her corner, laughing
helplessly.

"It's all very fine to laugh," said I. "How would you like to be
carried a county and a half beyond your station?"