And he had no sooner landed than he was up.

For just a moment, he knew he must be plainly visible in the glare of the searchlight.

But he dashed for the side of the road and made his way through a hedge and into the field on the other side.

There he began to run as fast and as hard as he could.
He had two chances, he thought.

One, that he had not been seen at all; the other, that whoever was in the car might think he had passed on the flying horse.