Kennedy had joined us by this time and we all hurried over. Down
in the ravine we could see a lantern which Burke had brought and
which was now resting on the overturned chassis of the car.
Lockwood was down there ahead of us all, peering under the heavy
body fearfully, as if he expected to see two forms of mangled
flesh. He straightened up, then took the lantern and flashed it
about. There was nothing except cushions and a few parts of the
car within the radius of its gleam.
"Where are they?" he demanded, turning to us. "It's Whitney's car,
all right."
Burke shook his head. "I've traced the car so far. They were
getting ahead of me, when this happened."
Together we managed to right the car which was on a hillock. It
sank a little further down the hill, but at least we could look
inside it.
"Bring the lantern," ordered Kennedy.
Minutely, part by part, he went over the car. "Something went
wrong," he muttered. "It is too much wrecked to tell what it was.
Flash the light over here," he directed, stepping over the seat
into the back of the tonneau.
A moment later he took the light himself and held it close to the
rods that supported the top. I saw him reach down and pull from
them a few strands of dark hair that had caught between the rods
and had been pulled out or broken.
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