And evidently they had found out something, too, after I had left them, that had made them drive like mad to catch me up. They had not been coming this way when I first met them. They had been going in the opposite direction.
I made a rapid calculation. Yes, they must have been doing 50 miles an hour at least upon some parts of the way to have arrived here as quickly as they had done, and driving at that pace in that heavy car of theirs must have been distinctly dangerous upon the narrow track, which fact they surely must have known.
Then why had they been willing to take that risk? They must have had some very urgent reason. They must have found out something very important, and yet—yet there was nothing to find there except my old motor bike.
In spite of my dismay here, I smiled, and
