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THE motor passengers were in no haste to be gone, and they loitered, watching the mad riders on their breakneck descent, now hidden, now revealed again by a swerve of the road, a jut of hillside, or a group of trees.
Forbes was sure at every vanishing that they would never come into view. But they always did, and getting their horses in hand at
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