"I believe they did," was the answer, "and to use force, if necessary. I didn't realize it before, but those men, including your Uncle Ezra, Mr. Hamilton, are probably desperate at the fear of losing control of this road. It means a big thing to them, and they want to beat Mr. Wardell if possible. But they shan't, if I can prevent it." Dick, now that he realized that the chase was over for the time being, slowed up his car. They looked back along the level desert road, and saw, in the dim distance, the two men busy about their stalled machine. "That will hold them for a while," said Mr. Cameron. "Now we can take our time about getting away." Four hours later they had reached the end of the desert and had passed into Nevada. "Into civilization once more," remarked Paul, as they saw the different nature of the country before them. "And I'm glad of it," exclaimed Dick. "I've had enough of desert travel for a while." "What is your programme?" asked Mr. Cameron, as they came to a pleasant place, where Dick decided they would stay for the night. It was sufficiently far from the main road to preclude the possibility of their pursuers finding them, even should they be able to get under way again. And that part of Nevada was not thickly populated. "I think we'll head for Carson City," said our hero. "It will be the most direct route to reach San Francisco, and now that the matter of filing the papers within a certain date isn't so important, I want to get to the court as soon as possible." "That's right," agreed the young engineer. "As soon as I can make affidavit to what I know your friend Wardell will be safe. Then it will be a matter of fighting it out legally, but he'll have a chance for his white alley, as the boys say. It won't be all one-sided. He'll have an opportunity to put his side of the case in, and I think the courts will restore his fortune to him. I'll do all I can for him, anyhow." "That's very good of you," said Dick. "Not at all. It's up to me to do that much, especially after what I did to knock him out--though I didn't mean to, and it was because I was deceived. I'll have a talk with your uncle, when I see him, Dick Hamilton," he added significantly. "I don't imagine Uncle Ezra will show up around these parts, once he knows he is likely to be defeated," said the young millionaire, with a smile. "He'll rather have it in for you; won't he, Dick?" asked Paul, as he patted Grit on the head. "Well, he may," Dick admitted, with a peculiar smile; "but I'm not as afraid of my uncle as I used to be. I may tell him some things, too, the way I did when he tried to kidnap me." "How was that?" asked Mr. Cameron, interestedly. "Oh, when I went on a cruise in my ship," answered the owner of the _Last Word_, and he related the main incidents as I have set them down in "Dick Hamilton's Steam Yacht."