Anita Richmond screamed: "That's Maurice! I got a glimpse of his face! He 's gotten away--go after him somebody--go after him!" But it was useless.

The horseman had made the road and was speeding down it.

Rushing ahead of the others, Fairchild gained a point of vantage where he could watch the fading black smudge of the horse and rider as it went on and on along the rocky road, finally to reach the main thoroughfare and turn swiftly.

Then he went back to join the others.
"He 's taken the Center City road!" came his announcement.

"Is there a turn-off on it anywhere ?" "No." Anita gave the answer.