He gripped her by the arm, and she felt his fingers tighten. “You are not afraid?” he demanded. “This is absurd, I must see you.”

The shadower was standing some distance away, surveying with apparently idle interest a couple of men engaged on road repairs. But Larry guessed that in a few moments he would saunter down towards them. There was no time to take chances. His grip tightened roughly and he almost shook her.

“Let me go,” she cried. “You’re hurting my arm.”

“Then you’ll come?”

“No.”

“You obstinate little fool,” he snarled, and she found his arms encircling her, as she was lifted from the ground.