Your turn would be the next." "What do you mean ?" St.George demanded.
Amory, with some incoherence, told him what Jarvo had come to them to propose, and heightened his own excitement by plunging into the business of that night and the next, as he had had it from the little brown man's lips.
"Up the mountain to-morrow night," he concluded fervently, "what do you think of that?
Do you see us ?" "Maniac, no," said St.George shortly, "what do we want to go up the mountain for if Miss Holland is somewhere else?
Faster, Jarvo, can't you ?" he urged.

"Why, this thing is built to go sixty miles an hour.
We're creeping." "Perhaps it's better to start in gentle and work up a pace, sir," observed Rollo inspirationally, "like a man's legs, sir, beggin' your pardon." St.George looked at him as if he had first seen him, so that Amory once more explained his presence and pointed to the oil-skins.

And St.George said only: "Now we're coming up a little--don't you think we're coming up a little?
Throw it wide open, Jarvo--now, go!" "What are you going to do when you catch them ?" demanded Amory.

"We can't lunge into them, for fear of hurting Miss Holland.

And who knows what devilish contrivance they've got--dum-dum bullets with a poison seal attachment," prophesied Amory darkly.