Hunterleys got him by the arms, set his teeth and lifted.

The task would have been too much for him, but Richard, springing from the car, came to his help.
With an effort they hoisted him over the fence.

Almost as they did so there was the sound of footsteps dashing through the shrubs, and a shot, the bullet of which tore the bark from the trunk of a tree close at hand.

The car leapt off in fourth speed, Sidney supported in Hunterleys' arms.

A loud shout from behind only brought Richard's foot down upon the accelerator.
"Stoop low!" he cried to Hunterleys.