"Thank you," he replied.
"Perhaps it might be as well for you to stop the car and let me out," she went on after a moment.
The Burglar either didn't hear or wouldn't heed. The dim lights of a small village rose up before them, then faded away again; a dog barked lonesomely beside the road. The streaming lights of their car revealed a tangle of crossroads just ahead, offering a definite method of shaking off pursuit. Their car swerved widely, and the Burglar's attention was centred on the road ahead.
"Does your arm pain you?" asked the Girl at last timidly.
"No," he replied shortly. "It's a sort of numbness. I'm afraid I'm losing blood, though."
"Hadn't we better go back to the village and see a doctor?"
"Not this evening," he responded promptly in a tone which she did not understand. "I'll stop somewhere soon and bind it up."
At last, when the village was well behind, the car came to a dark little road which wandered off aimlessly through a wood, and the Burglar slowed down to turn into it. Once in the shelter of the overhanging branches they proceeded slowly for a hundred yards or more, finally coming to a standstill.
"We must do it here," he declared.
He leaped from the car, stumbled and fell. In an instant the Girl was beside him. The reflected light from the auto showed her dimly that he was trying to rise, showed her the pallor of his face where the chin below the mask was visible.