I could scarcely
believe it. It was the bandit's car--deserted!
"Good!" exclaimed Dillon as Garrick brought our own car to a stop
with a jerk only a few feet away.
I looked about in amazement, first at the empty car and then into
the darkness on either side of the road. For the moment I could
not explain it. Why had they abandoned the car, especially when
they had every prospect of eluding us in it?
They had not been forced to turn out for anybody, for no other
vehicle had passed us. Was it tire trouble or engine trouble? I
turned to the others for an explanation.
"I thought it must be about here," cried Dillon. "We had one of my
men place an obstruction in the road. They didn't run into it,
which shows clever driving, but they had to turn so sharply that
they ran into the fence. I guess they realised that there was no
use in turning and trying to go back."
"They have taken to the open country," shouted Garrick, leaping up
on the seat of our car and looking about in a vain endeavour to
catch some sign of them.
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