"Wait a bit—wait a bit. Looks as if my job isn't finished yet.
What's the trouble here?" and he nodded at the wrecked car.
It was Flora who poured out the story of the chase and ultimate smash and at the very moment of explanation the lights of Harrison Smith's Ford flashed for a moment upon the sky line to reappear a second later creeping down the avenue of trees on the hillside.
"Look, look," she cried.
To Anthony Barraclough it was a novel experience to act on another man's orders. In that instant of gathering danger Richard Frencham Altar became captain of the situation. He literally flung Anthony into the car and refused to listen to Auriole's protests.
"We're players of a game, aren't we?" he said, "and we're going to play it to a finish. I think, too, it 'ud do me good to have one clean smack at 'em before I'm through."
He hardly knew how it came about that he and Auriole kissed one another—somehow they found time for that and as the car moved away she leant out to say:
"You dear brave wonderful Sportsman."
Then he and Flora were alone in the road watching the red rear lamp disappear into the night.
"You've got some pluck," said Flora. As she helped him into the cloak that Anthony had thrown aside. "Going to wait and hold 'em up?"
"May as well. That little two seater would never have carried four.
Got a gun by any chance?"