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The driver snorted. "Well," he said, "nobody knows we stole it—yet."

Nothing more was said for some time. The ambulance dived out of Central Park, which occupies the
middle part of New York City like a great lung, and veered sharply north on the street that runs along the
west side of the park, Central Park West.

The driver came near being as wide as he was tall. Standing on his feet, he could scratch his knees with
his fingers without bending over. There was a good deal of reddish hair, of the nature of rusty shingle
nails, on all exposed parts of his person. His face was something to frighten babies with; yet babies
usually weren’t frightened by him. There was something pleasantly fascinating about his homeliness.

The driver pointed with one hand. "Isn’t that it?" he asked.

He was indicating a limousine—a long black limousine that looked like at least seven thousand dollars
recently invested. It was empty, except for the chauffeur.

"That’s it," the dapper man admitted.

"Sure it’s it," said the driver. "I told you we could head it off by cutting through the park."

"The way you’ve been driving," complained the other, "you could have headed off Eddie Rickenbacker in
an airplane."

This seemed to enrage the ambulance driver. He gave the wheel a jerk. The ambulance crashed into the
limousine. There was a great deal of noise.

THERE was more noise than damage, really, although there was some shock, too—enough to pile
ambulance driver and passenger against the windshield, and enough to knock the uniform cap off the
limousine driver.

The driver got out of the limousine obviously with just one intention, which was to fight. He looked as if
he could give an account of himself, being practically seven feet tall and built along the symmetrical
proportions of a circus acrobat. It was a case of no particular part of him being big—he was all big. He
jerked open the ambulance door.

"Come out of there, you mutts!" he ordered angrily.

The ambulance driver and his dapper companion sat perfectly still, glancing at each other out of the
corners of their eyes, but not saying anything.

"Come out!" The giant limousine driver grabbed the ambulance door and shook it—shook the whole
ambulance. "Come out, you skulls!" he bellowed. "I’m gonna ruin you both!"

From the corner of his mouth, the dapper man whispered, "Gosh, he’s big, isn’t he?"

Also from the side of his mouth, the ambulance driver agreed, "He wants to play rough, too."

"So you won’t come out, eh?" roared the limousine pilot. "O. K. I’ll take you out."