"
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. "What are you
going to do?"
"I don't know what we're going to do," said St. George doggedly,
"but if we can overtake them it won't take us long to find out."
Never so slightly the pursuers were gaining. It was impossible to
tell whether those in the flying car knew that they were followed,
and if they did know, and if Olivia knew, St. George wondered
whether the pursuit were to her a new alarm, or whether she were
looking to them for deliverance. If she knew! His heart stood still
at the thought--oh, and if they had both known, that morning at
breakfast at the Boris, that _this_ was the way the genie would come
out of the jar.
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