13/27 They caught up Wiggins a mile and a half down the road; and all three of them sat down to ride all they knew. They were fully eight miles from home, and the car could go three miles to their one on that good road. The Twins alone would have made a longer race of it; but the pace was set by the weaker Wiggins. They had gone little more than three miles when they heard the honk of the car as it came rapidly round a corner perhaps half a mile behind them. "You're the one that matters! You did the poaching! I'll look after Wiggins! He'll be all right with me." For perhaps fifty yards the Terror hesitated; then the wisdom of the advice sank in, and he shot ahead. |