And so, though it appeared that all of the time in the world was theirs for loitering--for it should be a simple matter to come to Red Creek well in advance of Blenham and his dupe--Terry yielded to her excitement, Steve yielded out of hand to the lure of Terry, and, quite gay about it, they sped away through the moonlight. While Terry, driver, perforce kept her eyes busied with the road, Steve Packard leaned back in his seat and contented himself with the vision of his fellow adventurer. "Terry Temple," he told her emphatically and utterly sincerely, "you are absolutely the prettiest thing I ever saw." "I'm not a thing," said Terry. "And besides, I know it already. And----" Then it was that they got their first puncture; a worn tire cut through by a sharp fragment of rock so that they heard the air gush out windily. Terry jammed on her brakes. Steve jumped out and made hasty examination. "Looks like a man had gone after it with a hand-ax," he announced cheerfully. "Good thing you've got a spare." Terry flung down from her seat impatiently. "I need some new tires," she said, as she from one side and he from the other began seeking in the tool-box under the seat for jack and wrench. "That spare is soft, too, and half worn through; I'll bet we get more than one puncture before the job's done. But it's mounted, anyway." Steve went down on his knee and began jacking the car up; Terry standing over him was busy with her wrench loosening the lugs at the rim. Then, while he made the exchange and tightened the nuts, she strapped the punctured tire in its carrier and slipped back into her seat. As Steve got in beside her he marked how speculatively her eyes were busied with the road. "We've got them behind us, haven't we?" he asked. Terry nodded quickly. "Yes. We've got the head start and they're on horseback. It's no trick to beat them to it. But-- Oh, I saw a look on Blenham's face to-night! He's bad, Steve Packard; all bad; the kind that stops at nothing! And somehow, somehow he's got a strangle-hold on poor old dad and is making him do this. We've got the head start, we can beat them to Red Creek, but----" "But you don't like the idea of leaving your father alone in Blenham's company to-night?" he finished for her. "Is that it?" Again she nodded. He could see her teeth set to nibbling at her lips. "Then," he suggested, "why go to Red Creek at all? Why not turn back here and stop them? You can take Mr. Temple back home with you. I imagine that between the two of us we can make Blenham understand he is not wanted this time." "I was thinking of that," said Terry. And where the Ranch Number Ten road runs into the country road, Terry turned to the right, headed again toward her own home. When, with Steve at her heels, she ran up on the porch it was to be met by Iki, the Japanese cook, his eyes shining wildly. "Where's my father?" she asked, and Iki waving his hands excitedly answered: