In this order they started for Dugout City, thirty miles away.

As the roads hardly deserved the name the motor cars would not be likely to reach Dugout before dark.
"Look out for ambushes," exclaimed Mr.Dunlop, to the armed driver of the women's car.
"Yes, sir; but there isn't much danger of our being fired on.

Gage's gang will be only too glad to see the women folks leaving here.

We won't be troubled." Mr.Dunlop stood anxiously gazing after the two touring cars as long as they could be seen.

Then he stepped briskly back, holding out his hand to Tom Reade.
"Permit me, now, to thank you for your timely aid," said the stout man.