"Both ends. It's obvious now that we should have watched the middle."
"Ah," said Foster thoughtfully; "then you knew somebody was hiding among the trees?"
"We thought it very possible."
"Well, you know I was shot at, but I imagine the fellow got away. Do you mean to let him go?"
Gordon laughed. "My friends tell me I'm getting fat, and I'm certainly not so vigorous as I was. Besides, it's not my part of the business to chase a suspected person across the hills, and I have men able to do it better than I can. But you stopped as you entered the wood. Did you expect to be shot at?"
"I thought it very possible," Foster answered dryly.
"A fair retort! You were shot at. Were you nearly hit?"
"I believe the fellow would have got me if he'd used a gun instead of a pistol; but the former would, of course, have been a conspicuous thing to carry about."
"That's true," Gordon agreed. "But, after escaping, why did you stop here and run the risk again?"
Foster pondered. There was no sign of Pete, but he thought the latter could be trusted to elude the police, and did not want to let Gordon know he had felt it necessary to provide himself with a bodyguard. Something of this kind would be obvious if he stated that he was waiting for a companion.