“I shall be equally frank,” said Winthrop. “So am I.”
For two hours they had been on the road, and were just entering Fairport. For some long time the voices of the pursuing grizzlies had been lost in the far distance.
“The road’s up,” said Miss Forbes.
She pointed ahead to two red lanterns.
“It was all right this morning,” exclaimed Winthrop.
The car was pulled down to eight miles an hour, and, trembling and snorting at the indignity, nosed up to the red lanterns.
They showed in a ruddy glow the legs of two men.
“You gotta stop!” commanded a voice.
“Why?” asked Winthrop.
The voice became embodied in the person of a tall man with a long overcoat and a drooping mustache.