The car rushed forward.
Dick looked round him. Melchard was on his feet, bent and searching the long grass and scrub of the lower slope.
"The beast's got some guts," muttered Dick.
Melchard stood erect and began to run towards them, slowly and painfully.
"He's found his gun," said Dick.
A raised arm and a sharp crack proved his words.
"Throw in the top speed," said Dick. "We must go through the Bull's Neck. No cover the other way."
He looked up at the ridge. Mut-mut was not there nor anywhere in sight.