Baxter got into the car first. Halls was right behind him.
"You drive. You know the area better than I do," Baxter said. They raced out of the town and into the dark countryside.
"It's ridiculous," Halls said. "Does he really think he's going to get away from us on a bike?"
"Coke isn't a fool," Baxter answered. "He probably doesn't realise we already know what happened in the old lady's house."
"You mean he doesn't know that even village policemen have small two-way radios these days?"
"That's right. He probably thinks it's going to take that policeman at least half an hour to get to the nearest phone. He thinks he can get pretty far in that time."
Ten minutes later, about three miles from the old lady's house, Baxter suddenly saw someone on the dark road ahead.
"Look! There!" he shouted. "There's someone on a bike! And look! He's going to get off!" Halls saw the man quite clearly, but only for a second. As soon as the man saw they were in a police car, he dropped his bike and ran into the trees at the side of the road.
"That's Coke!" Baxter shouted. "He isn't going to get away this time!" Baxter jumped out of the car even before Halls stopped it, and ran after Coke. Halls jumped out, too. He did not even switch off the headlights.
All Coke's training as a soldier helped him now. Baxter was just behind him
when Coke suddenly turned, Baxter tried to grab him but almost lost his
balance. Then Coke hit him on the chin as hard as he could. Baxter fell to
the ground heavily. At that moment, Halls jumped on Coke from behind but
Coke threw him over his back and against a tree, and then ran back towards
the road before Halls could get up. Even when he did, he fell back to the