"You can slow down a bit," shouted Lieutenant Anderson. "We are out of range. We are safe enough now."
"We are safe from bullets, but we are not safe from pursuit," Hal called back. "Do I keep to this road?"
"Yes," came the reply, "if you don't run into a ditch or a telegraph pole."
"Oh, I'll run it, all right; and I'll run it on the road, too," Hal answered grimly. "I've made a record on a worse road than this."
"Is the chauffeur badly hurt?" he called back after a few minutes.
"No, I don't think so," replied the French captain's voice. "Just a scalp wound. He has lost a lot of blood, and is still unconscious, but I think he will come around all right presently."
Hal settled back in his seat and gave his entire attention to the road ahead.
The big car flashed through several small towns, and the dim lights in the homes looked like a string of brilliant spots, so swiftly did they go by. For almost half an hour the terrific speed was continued, and then, at a shouted command from Lieutenant Anderson, Hal slowed down.
"We should be nearing Angermunde by this time," the lieutenant explained, "and it will never do to go through there at this speed."
"Do you suppose our would-be captors have communicated with the authorities at Angermunde?" asked the Frenchman.