His one idea
seemed to be speed, and he had no suspicion, apparently, that in
his flight he was being followed.
As we bowled along, forced by circumstances to take the fellow's
dust, Garrick would quietly chuckle now and then to himself.
"Fancy what he must have thought," he chortled. "First the
newspaper that sent him scurrying up to the gambling place for
more news, or to spread the alarm, and then, while they were
sitting about, perhaps while someone was talking about the strange
voices they had already heard this morning, suddenly the voice
from nowhere. Can you blame them if they thought it was a warning
from the grave?"
Whatever actually had happened in the gambling house, the
practical effect was all that even Garrick could have desired.
Hour after hour, we hung to that car ahead, leaving behind the
cities, and passing along the regular road through town after
town.
Sometimes the road was well oiled, and we would have to drop back
a bit to escape too close observation.
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