We led our chase across the valley creeks on up the Georgetown hills, and soon as possible abandoned the last of the pavement, and took to the turf, where the sound of our wheels was dulled.

Rapidly as we could we passed on up the hill, until we struck a side street where there was no paving.

Into this we whipped swiftly, following the flank of the hill, our going, which was all of earth or soft turf, now well wetted by the rain.

When at last we reached a point near the summit of the hill, I stopped to listen.

Hearing nothing, I told the driver to pull down the hill by the side street, and to drive slowly.