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There lay the great Mercedes, as if it had broken down, and been abandoned for the present. But there was no sign, so far as Gilbert could see, of anything wrong. Was it possible that these men were after no good here, that they had some evil scheme on foot? But predatory characters, as a rule, do not parade the county in motor-cars that cost a couple of thousand pounds. There must be some better explanation than that. Nevertheless, the car seemed to be all right, and had been hidden by men who knew the wood better than they pretended. Still, it was no business of Gilbert's. There was the pony grazing by the road-side.
Gilbert found the end of the road, and led the docile little beast into the spinney. It was not far to the place where Marston lay, but the ground had began to be rough, and Gilbert decided to tie up the pony here, and carry the poacher to it. He fastened the animal to a tree, and placed the lantern by the side, taking care to push the dark slide in again. There seemed nothing to fear now, so Gilbert pushed on boldly.