That team will never face it, Courthorne." Winston's face showed very grim under the tossing flame.

"They've got to.

I'm going through," he said.

"If the others are to stop it behind there, they must have time." Then he and the husband of the woman who had spoken to Maud Barrington passed on with the frantic team into the smoke that was streaked with flame.
"Good Lord!" said Dane, and added more as sitting on the horse's head he turned his tingling face from the fire.
It was some minutes before he and the hired man who came up loosed the fallen horse, and led it and its fellow back towards the last defenses the rest had been raising, while the first furrows checked but did not stay the conflagration.

There he presently came upon the man who had been with Winston.
"I don't know where Courthorne is," he said.