He clutched her arm and dragged her on. Again they stumbled and lunged and tore their way through the shadowy woods. To their right the sun had dropped beyond the far-away hills, flinging a last reddish glow up into the highest sky, and this glow seemed temporarily to lighten the whole forest. Through a boggy spot they floundered. Through a jungle they thrust themselves. And at last, as the reddish sky was fading and turning to lead, they came upon a rutty, winding country road. Darkness shut down quickly.
A light gleamed ahead of them. It came from the window of a house.
Hitched to a fence corner in front of the house was a horse, attached to an old wagon.
The man paused beside the wagon.
"Get in!" he commanded.
"What are you going to do?"
"Get in! I'm going to take this team. Somebody who is calling at that house left it standing here. It was left for us."
He lifted her into the wagon, sprang to the head of the horse, unhitched the animal, and a moment later was by the woman's side. The horse was reined around into the road. The man seized the whip and a moment later the sound of the animal's hoofs mingled with the rattle of the wagon wheels.
"Night at last!" cried the desperate kidnaper. "Now we'll dodge them somehow!"
"You cannot dodge them, Selwin," said the woman. "I feel that we're hurrying straight into their clutches."