There was but one thing to be done.
"Pretty good road here," said Wampus.

"Hold tight an' don't get scare.
We make a race of it." "Go ahead," returned Uncle John, grimly.

"If any of those scoundrels get in your way, run them down." "I never like to hurt peoples; but if that is your command, sir, I will obey," said Wampus, setting his jaws tightly together.
The car gathered speed and shot over the road at the rate of twenty miles an hour; then twenty-five--then thirty--and finally forty.

The girls sat straight and looked eagerly ahead.

Forms were darting here and there among the buildings of the ranch, quickly congregating in groups on either side of the roadway.