"There's a bridge ahead that isn't any, too strong." That bridge was closer than the deputy thought.

Just then the automobile top brushed heavily against foliage in making a wooded turn in the road.
"There's the bridge!" yelled Simmons almost excitedly.

"Slow down---stop!" Valden tried to obey, but the bridge was altogether too close for stopping in time.

Out over the planks ran the car.
R-r-rip! Crash! Some of the boards were already missing from the rude bridge.
Others gave way almost like paper.

Down through the structure fell the car, then landed with a splash, overturning to the accompaniment of cries of fright and of pain from its occupants..