Now, in such rapid succession that Pee-wee could hardly follow them, the flashes appeared, tinier as the cyclist sped further away.
"Hide Kelly's barn," Pee-wee breathed.
Presently the second cyclist was on his machine again, speeding through the darkness.

Either the first cyclist knew that his friend's trouble was not serious, or time was so precious that he could not pause in any case.

Indeed, their flight must have been urgent to speed on such a road without headlights.

The whole thing had a rather sinister look.
Pee-wee wondered who Kelly was and where his barn was located..