He stammered, involuntarily he turned his head.
Gray looked in the same direction, but without changing his position, and out of the corner of his eye he glimpsed a new figure emerging from the shadows behind him.

Very clever! But, at least, his unexpected maneuver with his own car had made it necessary for both men to approach him from the same side.
While the first stranger continued to mumble, Gray sat motionless, keenly conscious, meanwhile, of that other presence closing in upon him from the rear.

He simulated a violent start when a second voice cried: "Don't move.

I've got you covered." "My God!" Gray twisted about in his seat and exposed a startled countenance.

A masked man was standing close to the left running board, and he held a revolver near Gray's head; the apparition appeared to paralyze the unhappy traveler, for he still tightly clutched the steering wheel with both hands.
"Just sit still." The cloth of the mask blew outward as the words issued; through the slits two malevolent eyes gleamed.