Just then Mr. Harley P. Hennage appeared in the doorway. He saw Bob
McGraw, recognized him, and immediately dodged back and went out
another door. He wanted to rush out and shake hands with Mr. McGraw, of
whom he was very fond, but we regret to state that Mr. McGraw owed
Harley P. Hennage the sum of fifty dollars and had owed it for three
years, and Mr. Hennage hesitated to seek Mr. McGraw out for purposes of
friendship, fearing that Mr. McGraw might construe his advances as a
roundabout dun. Ergo, Mr. Hennage fled.

Bob McGraw watched Donna Corblay, and when she was about three hundred
yards distant and beyond the town limits, he saw that a switch had been
left open, for the velocipede suddenly left the outside track, cut
obliquely across several parallel rows of tracks before she could
control it, and shot in behind a string of box cars. As the girl
disappeared, three dark figures sprang after her and a scream came very
faintly against the wind.

Bob McGraw laughed and drew a gun from under his left armpit.

"I'd ride to hell for you" he muttered joyously, and sank the rowels
home in Friar Tuck.




CHAPTER V


As has been intimated elsewhere in this story, San Pasqual has the