Joe bore down on the wheel, swinging the car around so that the headlights fell full on the man beside the road. Then he swung the car back into its course again.
The fellow had flung up his arm to shield his face from the glare, but he had not been quick enough to hide his features altogether. Frank had recognized him at once.
"So!" he remarked thoughtfully. "Our friend again."
"I didn't get a good look at him," Joe said. "Somehow, he seemed familiar."
"He was. I'd recognize that face anywhere now."
"Who was it?"
"Gus Montrose."
Joe whistled.
"I wonder what he's doing, skulking along here at this time of night."
"I have an idea that we'll find out before long."