straining and peering into the darkness ahead. Far out in the roadstead the Laminian's siren was still bellowing and roaring. An answering steam-whistle, somewhere in the east, took up the stentorian complaint; lights began to appear in the houses of the wakened town.
Alicia, still pinned down by his knees, was struggling and calling to him. He knew that she was safe, that she was still unharmed, and that was all he cared to know.
"Hurry!" she called to him.
"Yes," he answered, leaning closer to catch her words.
"We circle about the town," she was calling into his ear. "We've have to come out by Point Asuncion, next to the new hospital. There will be guards there. They can cross from the pier-end almost as soon as we can circle around!"
"It's out to the last notch," McKinnon explained, and she had to steady herself in the reeling car by suddenly catching at his arm.
"They'll try to stop us there!" she called out to him once more.
"They can't!" he called back recklessly, almost drunkenly, for the speed of their escape seemed to have gone to his head. "They can't!"
He suddenly forced her down to her former position, between his sheltering knees, for his
