Chapter 33

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠The motor passengers were in no haste to be gone, and they loitered, watching the mad riders on their breakneck descent, now hidden, now revealed again by a swerve of the road, a jut of hillside, or a group of trees.

Forbes was sure at every vanishing that they would never come into view. But they always did, and getting their horses in hand at last, finished the hill with sobriety, trotted across