"Only one thing could have happened," he averred.
"What's that?"
"Why, the people in the runabout must have heard us coming and turned from the road into the woods."
"Let her out on the back track, then!" cried Burton. "If the Hindoos think they've dodged us, they've probably pulled out into the road and started the other way."
This seemed to have been the case, for three minutes speeding over the return trail brought those in the automobile in sight of the runabout.
This time it was the runabout, and no mistake, and the Kentucky cob was stretching out like a race horse under the frantic plying of a whip.
Burton reached behind him, under his coat, and brought a revolver into view.
"We'll find out about this business before we're many minutes older!" he exclaimed grimly.