"When you are daring what we are, you must be prepared for instant sacrifice," Grundy said.
"Hadn't we better give up?" Comstock asked. "Two of us against the entire world seems ridiculous. What chances have we?"
"None if you feel that way. But if you feel as Bowdler did and as I do, that it is worth anything to be a man, then it is worth while. Any chance is worth taking."
Grundy's tone changed. He said, "When I turn the next corner I'll slow the team down. When I do, jump out."
Jump out? What new madness was this? But before he had a chance to argue, Grundy had pulled hard on the bits and snapped, "Now!"
Rolling free of the carriage on his side, Comstock saw even as he fell to the ground, that Grundy had thrown himself out of the other side of the carriage.
The team raced on, dragging the empty carriage banging and clattering at their multiple heels.
Shaken, bruised, sore from head to foot, Comstock said as Grundy pulled himself to his feet. "Why did you do that?"
"Let the R.A.'s keep their radio tail on the carriage. A lot of good it'll do them!"