It was Stumm's car again and to my consternation it stopped just a little short of the sandpit.
I saw an electric torch flashed, and Stumm himself got out and examined the tracks on the highway.

Thank God, they would be still there for him to find, but had he tried half a dozen yards on he would have seen them turn towards the sandpit.

If that had happened he would have beaten the adjacent woods and most certainly found me.

There was a third man in the car, with my hat and coat on him.

That poor devil of a postman had paid dear for his vanity.
They took a long time before they started again, and I was jolly well relieved when they went scouring down the road.