Russ. "Come on! This is going to be 'some run,' as the poets say."
The man gained the highway, and raced along that for some distance. Paul and Russ tried to take a short cut across the field to reach the same road, but they got into a marshy place and sank in, nearly up to their knees.
"He knew this was here!" cried Russ, as he drew himself out of a sticky place.
"He evidently did, and avoided it," agreed his friend. "And we blundered into it—worse luck!"
They had considerable difficulty in reaching the road, and by that time the mysterious man was even further in advance. But they pluckily kept to the chase.
"There he is!" cried Russ, as they came to a turn in the road, and saw a straight stretch before them. "He hasn't gained so very much."
The man was running well, and there seemed to be no return of his lameness.
The neighborhood was a lonely one, and there were no houses in sight. Nor had the young men engaged in the chase met any persons since starting out.
Doggedly they kept on.
"This would make a good picture film!" exclaimed Russ.
