The houses became more frequent, the open road a street. De Richleau tapped Rex on the shoulder. “Try to avoid the main street,” he suggested; “take the first turning that you come to on either side.”
“We’ll sure get lost,” protested Rex.
“No — no, do as I say.”
Rex switched the car sharply to the right They ran slowly down a long hill.
“To the left, Rex, to the left!” came De Richleau’s voice.
Rex obeyed. They ran along the turning for about a hundred and fifty yards, then had to pull up — the road ended in a gate leading into a field.
“Back her out, man — quick — if we’re caught sitting we’re done.” Simon peered behind as Rex backed the great car in a succession of curves and jerks on to the hill road. They took the next turn to the left and ran along it for nearly half a mile; the low houses became less frequent.
“We’ll be out in the country again soon,” remarked Simon, anxiously.
“We have gone too far — there was a turning up the hill farther back — try that!” The Duke moved Richard’s head a little on his shoulder as he tried to make out their position in the darkness.
Rex backed the car once more, and they took the turning up the hill.