Acting upon this plan, they were soon slipping over the small stones and pebbles down a shallow gully and up among the rocks and shrubs of a little cliff. Already the tremendous roar of the motorcycles was close upon them. "Quick, Eveley, behind this bush.--Lie down flat. Yes, all right, Angelo. Sh, quiet now." [Illustration: "Please let me go," she pleaded.] At that instant the motorcycles whirled past--a sudden call from the familiar voice of Amos Hiltze, and with a great tearing and crashing of brakes, the cycles stopped and the men ran back to the car. "It is her car," cried Amos Hiltze. "They have deserted it. They must be very close, we shall find them quickly. You go--" "We can not find them," said a new authoritative voice. "The cops may be here any moment. We've got to get away to-night, or it is everlastingly too late. You have lost the girl--lost them both. Now make the best of it." And one motorcycle was started again. "I'll slash their tires for luck," said Amos Hiltze. "And we can send a couple of men to look for them. Then we can send back for them later on if they find them." Eveley ground her teeth at the ripping of the tires, for the rubber is to a motorist as a baby to a loving mother. But in a moment came the sputter and roar of the motors, and the men had gone again back the road they had come. "We'll just have to crawl into Flynn Springs on the rims, and phone for Nolan. It can not be far." But even that was impossible, for with devilish foresight, Amos Hiltze had taken the timer from the carburetor, and the little Rolls was powerless. "We'll walk then," said Eveley bravely, and hand in hand, the three of them set out on the rocky winding road to Flynn Springs. "Nolan will not waste any time coming for us," said Eveley confidently. "And perhaps Lieutenant Ames is in town and can come also," suggested Marie softly. Some time later, wearily, weakly, they limped into Flynn Springs, and Eveley hurriedly put in her call. "Nolan? It is Eveley. I am at Flynn Springs. You must come for me, and bring Jimmy Ames. Yes, Marie is with me, and Angelo.--Yes, we are all right. And have a man from the garage with extra tires and a timer for the carburetor. No, we do not need the police. No guns either. Nolan, your voice is sweeter than any angel's." Then they went into a small room where there was a bed, and Eveley took off her ruined pumps, and bathed her burning feet, and they fixed their hair, and had hot coffee, always looking at each other with tender eyes. "Will you never go back on me again, little sister?" And Marie kissed her in answer.