"I am going upstairs. When that car comes abreast of the gate,
ask no questions and jump into it. Get down into the bottom and
pull a sack over you, and do not get up until the car stops."

The blood rushed to John Lexman's head, and he staggered.

"My God!" he whispered.

"Do as I tell you," hissed the warder.

Like an automaton John put down his brushes, and walked slowly to
the gate. The grey car was crawling up the hill, and the face of
the driver was half enveloped in a big rubber mask. Through the
two great goggles John could see little to help him identify the
man. As the machine came up to the gate, he leapt into the
tonneau and sank instantly to the bottom. As he did so he felt
the car leap forward underneath him. Now it was going fast, now
faster, now it rocked and swayed as it gathered speed. He felt it
sweeping down hill and up hill, and once he heard a hollow rumble
as it crossed a wooden bridge.

He could not detect from his hiding place in what direction they
were going, but he gathered they had switched off to the left and
were making for one of the wildest parts of the moor. Never once
did he feel the car slacken its pace, until, with a grind of
brakes, it stopped suddenly.

"Get out," said a voice.

John Lexman threw off the cover and leapt out and as he did so the