The younger of the two armed men was sent to drive the car containing
the women. One of the guests of the Dunlop party drove a second
car. In this order they started for Dugout City, thirty miles
away. As the roads hardly deserved the name the motor cars would
not be likely to reach Dugout before dark.
"Look out for ambushes," exclaimed Mr. Dunlop, to the armed driver
of the women's car.
"Yes, sir; but there isn't much danger of our being fired on. Gage's
gang will be only too glad to see the women folks leaving here. We
won't be troubled."
Mr. Dunlop stood anxiously gazing after the two touring cars as
long as they could be seen. Then he stepped briskly back, holding
out his hand to Tom Reade.
"Permit me, now, to thank you for your timely aid," said the stout
man. "You know my name. Will you kindly introduce your friends?"
This Tom did at once, after which Mr. Dunlop presented his three
companions. One was his nephew, Dave Hill, the second, George
Parkinson, Mr.
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