He cursed it bitterly, looked at his watch, and then made an observation which woke the liveliest interest in Dickson lurking beside the awmry and Heritage ensconced in the shadow of a window-seat.
"He's late.

He should have been here five minutes syne.

It would be a dirty road for his car." So the Unknown was coming that night.

The news made Dickson the more resolved to get the watchers under lock and key before reinforcements arrived, and so put grit in their wheels.

Then his party must escape--flee anywhere so long as it was far from Dalquharter.
"You stop here," said Dobson, "I'll go down and let Spidel in.