They were coming our way! They had seen us! They were pursuing us! "Put on all speed!" I cried, in my agony.

"Hilda, can you manage it ?" She pedalled with a will.

But, as we mounted the slope, I saw they were gaining upon us.

A few hundred yards were all our start.

They had the descent of the opposite hill as yet in their favour.
One man, astride on a better horse than the rest, galloped on in front and came within range of us.