"Yes."
"What did she do?"
"She made for that big oak tree which stands in the middle of the field on the right of the road as you go from the station.
"I had to trail carefully, for it was not very dark and there was no cover. So I couldn't get very near her.
"Under that tree a man was waiting. He had a saddle-horse with him. The man and the girl exchanged a few words.
"Of course, I couldn't hear what they said. Neither could I get a line on the man.
"I resolved to get nearer, though it was taking big risks. It couldn't be done. They saw me.
"In a flash the man leaped into his saddle and pulled the girl up in front of him in regular old-fashioned style.
"They were off in no time. It was a fine horse they rode.
"I wasn't in it at any stage of the game. I ran myself out at the end of about a mile.