“I certain am afraid the Greek of to-day is a sure enough quitter.”
“Look, Brad—look at the road yonder!”
“Horsemen, partner, and they’re riding good and hard.”
For a few moments a number of horsemen were in plain sight on another road, and it was plain that they were pushing their mounts. They soon disappeared from view behind an intervening ridge.
“They were Greeks,” said Dick.
“Sure thing.”
“The carriage has disappeared.”
“That’s right.”
“Brad, I think the road those horsemen were following intersects this road somewhere beyond that ridge.”
“I judge she does.”