"Taking care of him! I can imagine how the tinhorn is doing that. I hope Pard Matt is able to stand it."
Ten miles were covered in short order, and those in the flying car had a glimpse of the aëroplane beside the road.
"It doesn't seem to be hurt much," remarked Cameron.
"It must be damaged considerable, for all that," said the cowboy. "If it hadn't been, Matt would have got away before Murgatroyd could take the girl to Jessup's, pick up Siwash, and then come back and lay him by the heels."
Cameron brought the car to a halt, jamming down on both brakes.
"Ping," said he, "go back and watch the aëroplane. Here's a revolver. Don't let any one tamper with the machine. We'll be along after a while."
Ping was accustomed to obey orders. Without a word he took the weapon Cameron handed to him and got out of the car. The lieutenant threw in the switch and away they went again.
"There's the hills," announced McGlory, after a period of speeding, pointing to the misty blue line of uplifts.
"I believe I'll break from the trail and head straight for them," said Cameron.
"Might as well," assented McGlory. "It's all a guess, anyhow, and that move is as likely to be right as any other we can make."