Chapter XI

As they cleared the first cross-road, Robin pointed to the exit, helped her drop to the road. The trolly thundered on. “Which way now?” She sounded breathless, and he looked at her keenly. “Canada now,” he said. The railway had run parallel with the road for the last few miles, and they crossed it without meeting anything more human than a dog. At a wayside pond he stopped to toss into the still water a number of deadly weapons that he had acquired in the course of the trip. Two knives, a revolver and a small autom…