"We are trying to catch up to one," said Hil.
"We camped alongside two fellows with a buggy last night, and they told me they were after two other fellows, and now I suppose you fellows are after them?" said the stranger, with a laugh.
"Are there two buggies ahead?"
"Yes, one is broken-down at Campbell Camp, and the other ought to be there by this time. Are you policemen after them?"
"No, not at all. They are friends. We have missed one another. That's all."
"Well, come along, matey," said the younger of the two to his companion. "Good-day to you, and much obliged," and they mounted and disappeared.
"Time to get on, Hil," said May.
"Yes, I think so," and a few minutes later they were on the track of the fugitives once more.
The roads now became rough and hilly, and the travelling much slower. About three o'clock they reached Campbell Camp crossing, and there they found the buggy, broken-down as described. An old man was camped close by, and seemed in possession of the turn-out, as he had the horses tied up close at hand.
"Had a smash?" asked Hil, greeting him.