"Hold on, there! Hold on, I say!"
He gave his nag a good kick in the flank and urged him to the top of his speed.
"Hold on there! Dudley! Hold on!"
He was recognized—caught! That cursed photograph of his! "Go on, you brute, go on!" he cried to his sorry beast. There was not much speed in him, however, and a minute later footsteps were quickly overtaking him.
"I say, Dudley! Don't you know me?" panted his pursuer.
He turned for an instant in his saddle. Why! Could he believe his eyes? Surely it was Manton! He reined in.
"Why, Manton, old boy, what—"
"Dudley, what on earth brings you here?" gasped Manton.
"That's just what I've been trying to find out, Manton. Take my oath I don't know."
"Humph!" ejaculated Manton, fixing his eyes curiously upon his friend.