'I'll pay my respects to him in an hour.' 'He said you were to come at once,' said the faithful messenger.

'He's in an awful temper with you, and he's got bobbies with him.' I put on pace and left the boy behind.

I reckoned I had the better part of two miles' start and could beat anything except petrol.

But my enemies were bound to have cars, so I had better get off the road as soon as possible.

I coasted down a long hill to a bridge which spanned a small discoloured stream that flowed in a wooded glen.