they did turn out like that when the occasion demanded.

These waste places bordering upon the lake to north and south of
Chicago, and within easy car-ride of the great city, had been the scene
of many such man-hunts. Hobos, gypsies, broken men thrown off by the
seething city, wandered through them and camped there; startling crimes
took place sometimes in these tiny wildernesses; fugitives from the
city police took refuge there and were hunted down by the local police,
by armed details of the city police, by soldiers from Fort Sheridan.
These fugitives might much better have stayed in the concealment of the
human jungle of the city; these rolling, wooded, sandy vacant lands
which seemed to offer refuge, in reality betrayed only into certain
capture. The local police had learned the method of hunting, they had
learned to watch the roads and railways to prevent escape.

Eaton understood, therefore, that his own possibility of escape was
very small, even if escape had been his only object; but Eaton's
problem was not one of escape--it was to find those he pursued and make
certain that they were captured at the same time he was; and, as he
crouched panting on the damp earth, he was thinking only of that.

The man at the bridge--Dibley--had told enough to let Eaton know that
those whom Eaton pursued were no longer in the machine he had followed
with Harriet. As Eaton had rushed out of Santoine's study after the
two that he had fought there, he had seen that one of these men was
supporting and helping the other; he had gained on them because of
that. Then other men had appeared suddenly, to give their help, and he
had no longer been able to gain; but he had been close enough to see
that the one they dragged along and helped into the car was that enemy
whose presence in the study had so amazed him. Mad exultation had
seized Eaton to know that he had seriously wounded his adversary. He
knew now that the man could not have got out of the car by himself--he
was too badly wounded for that; he had been taken out of the car, and
the other men who were missing had him in charge. The three men who
had gone on in the machine had done so for their own escape, but with
the added object of misleading the pursuit; the water they had got at
Dibley's had been to wash the blood from the car.

And now, as Eaton recalled and realized all this, he knew where the
others had left the machine. Vaguely, during the pursuit, he had
sensed