A RACE WITH THE DUKE Neither road clung to the river in all its windings, but at too frequent intervals both touched the stream at the same points.

At places the roads hugged the Somme, separated only by its width--perhaps two hundred yards.

These would be our danger points.

I did not know them, and Yolanda's knowledge of the road was imperfect.
Soon after leaving Cinq Voies, the road on the right bank--the one taken by the duke--gained a mile over the road on the left by cutting across a great bend in the river around which we had to travel.

We therefore lost the duke's cavalcade at the outset.
Hoping to pass the duke before the roads came again within sight of each other, we urged our horses to full speed.