"We are on the wrong road; I am sure of it. Go back to the place where you left it." "With perfect willingness, dear lady, but where shall I go? The road leads to Athens. Is that not where we want to go--I mean where you want to go?" "No--I don't know--I think you're tricking me. This isn't the way we came. It doesn't look to me like a road at all--I think you're going over the open country. I----" The girl paused. It was disheartening--to go through so much and then to fail at last. She peered ahead into the dim light, trying to see what lay beyond the bright lights of the car. It did look like open country. Ahead lay a hill--a tall hill. Would Pachuca try to make it or would he climb around the side of it? Something--it looked like a man on horseback--was coming rapidly down the hill. Had she miscalculated and were some of Pachuca's men still on the road? Perhaps the same thought struck the Mexican, for he slowed the car down and peered eagerly ahead. Polly clutched the revolver feverishly. "If it's one of your men and you stop--I shall fire!" she said, quickly. Both stared into the dusk in silence. The rider came almost into the glare of the lamps. "Stop!" cried the girl, loudly. "It's Mr. Scott!" The car stopped, the horse was drawn to his haunches, and Scott stared at the couple over his gun. "Game's up, Pachuca," he said, shortly. "You're my prisoner." "Oh!" cried Polly, jumping out of the car and running to Scott. "I knew he hadn't killed you--but I wouldn't ask him for fear he'd say he had! I knew----" She clutched his stirrup desperately. Scott stared. "Well. I'm----!" he said, and reaching down he caught the swaying girl by the arm. "I'm not going to faint--I never do," she cried, clinging to his arm. "Don't let him get away." "Keep him covered. He's not going to get away." Scott swung himself out of the saddle, wound the bridle reins around the pommel and gave the horse a clap which started him toward home. "Well, old man, I'll take the gun, I reckon. Thanks. What's up? Getting up a revolution?" "He doesn't have to; it's already got up," said Polly, as she climbed into her place again. "I hid in the car and made him come back," she added. "But I was afraid we were off the road." "You were," said Scott, briefly. "I saw your lights from the hilltop and came over this way. He was putting one over on you all right." He tossed into the back of the car some of the stuff which was in his way and took the seat beside Pachuca who preserved a sullen silence. "Well, I guess we've had enough of this. Home, James!"