Tomlinson's rambling remarks were interrupted by a sound that brought Matt's heart into his throat. Two revolver-shots, in quick succession, came from the west road!
That meant that Carl saw trouble of some sort coming the way of the red car.
"Run!" yelled Matt, dropping the revolver and grabbing Tomlinson by the arm: "you've got to run! Catch hold of him on the other side, Gregory. You'll be captured again if we don't hike out of this in short order."
Gregory was a younger man than Tomlinson and had withstood their recent physical discomforts much better. He and Matt, between them, contrived to rush the Denver man toward the road.
They did not have much farther to go, and when they broke through the little gap Carl greeted them with a wild shout:
"Der odder car! It vas coming, Matt, coming like a house afire!"
[CHAPTER XV.]
A RACE AND A RUSE.
Carl, as he yelled his startling announcement, was standing up in the tonneau and pointing toward the place where the west and east roads came together, a mile farther on.