But Glass jerked him violently, crying:
"And no talkin' to gals, neither. You're trainin'. Now, get a move!"
Speed halted stubbornly.
"Hit her up, Wally! G'wan, now—faster! No loafing, Bo, or I'll wallop you!" Nor did he cease until they both paused from exhaustion. Even then he would not allow his charge to do more than regain his breath before urging him onward.
"See here," Wally stormed at last, "what's the use? I can't—"
"What's the use? That's the use!" Glass pointed to the north, where a lone horseman was watching them from a knoll. "D'you know who that is?"
The rider was small and stoop-shouldered.
"Willie!"
"That's who."
"He's following us!"