'Rather not,' said Charteris. 'You were awfully plucky. I noticed. But hadn't you better ride on? Which way were you going?' 'I wanted to get to Stapleton.' 'Oh. That's simple enough. You've merely got to go straight on down this road, as straight as ever you can go. But, look here, you know, you shouldn't be out alone like this. It isn't safe. Why did they let you?' The lady avoided his eye. She bent down and inspected the left pedal. 'They shouldn't have sent you out alone,' said Charteris, 'why did they?' 'They--they didn't. I came.' There was a world of meaning in the phrase. Charteris felt that he was in the same case. They had not let _him_. He had come. Here was a kindred spirit, another revolutionary soul, scorning the fetters of convention and the so-called authority of self-constituted rules, aha! Bureaucrats! 'Shake hands,' he said, 'I'm in just the same way.' They shook hands gravely. 'You know,' said the lady, 'I'm awfully sorry I did it now. It was very naughty.' 'I'm not sorry yet,' said Charteris, 'I'm rather glad than otherwise. But I expect I shall be sorry before long.' 'Will you be sent to bed?' 'I don't think so.' 'Will you have to learn beastly poetry?' 'Probably not.' She looked at him curiously, as if to enquire, 'then if you won't have to learn poetry and you won't get sent to bed, what on earth is there for you to worry about?' She would probably have gone on to investigate the problem further, but at that moment there came the sound of a whistle. Then another, closer this time. Then a faint rumbling, which increased in volume steadily. Charteris looked back. The railway line ran by the side of the road. He could see the smoke of a train through the trees. It was quite close now, and coming closer every minute, and he was still quite a hundred and fifty yards from the station gates. 'I say,' he cried. 'Great Scott, here comes my train. I must rush. Good-bye. You keep straight on.' His legs had had time to grow stiff again. For the first few strides running was painful. But his joints soon adapted themselves to the strain, and in ten seconds he was sprinting as fast as he had ever sprinted off the running-track. When he had travelled a quarter of the distance the small cyclist overtook him. 'Be quick,' she said, 'it's just in sight.' Charteris quickened his stride, and, paced by the bicycle, spun along in fine style. Forty yards from the station the train passed him. He saw it roll into the station. There were still twenty yards to go, exclusive of the station's steps, and he was already running as fast as it lay in him to run. Now there were only ten. Now five. And at last, with a hurried farewell to his companion, he bounded up the steps and on to the platform. At the end of the platform the line took a sharp curve to the left. Round that curve the tail end of the guard's van was just disappearing.