On the other side of the road were clumps of bushes, any one of which would prove sufficient for a man in hiding.
"Get on the wheel as quick as you can," Quest directed.

"Here, I'll give you a hand." He stooped down to unfasten the straps which held the spare wheel.

It was one of his rare lapses, realised a moment too late.

Almost in his ears came the hoarse cry: "Hands up, guvnor! Hands up this second or I'll blow you to hell!" Quest glanced over his shoulder and looked into the face of Red Gallagher, raised a little above the level of the road.

He had evidently been hiding at the foot of the perpendicular bank which divided the road from the track level.