"They have had
at least a couple of hours. Five hours is too good a start. Burke-
-take one of the cars. Go ahead along the road. We mustn't neglect
that. I'll take the other. I want to get back to that house and
call O' Connor. Walter, you stay here with the rest."
We separated and I felt that, although I was doing nothing, I had
my hands full watching these three.
Lockwood was restless and could not help beating around in the
under-brush, in the hope of turning up something. Now and then he
would mutter to himself some threat if anything happened to Inez.
I let him occupy himself, for our own, as much as his, peace of
mind. Alfonso had joined his mother in the car and they sat there
conversing in low tones in Spanish, while I watched them
furtively.
Of a sudden, I became aware that I missed the sound of Lockwood
beating about the under-brush. I called, but there was no answer.
Then we all called. There came back nothing but a mocking echo. I
could not follow him. If I did, I would lose the de Moches.
Had he been laying low, waiting his opportunity to get away? Or
was he playing a lone hand? Much as I suspected about him, during
the past few hours I had come to admire him.
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