They were all sufficiently amenable, for at sight of the alarming and unprecedented onrush of the growing speck that was bearing full down upon them, anxiety sat upon every face.
St.George watched.

And as the car drew nearer the thought which, at first sight of its speed, had vaguely flashed into being, took definite shape, and his blood leaped to its music.

Whose hand would be upon that lever, whose daring would be directing its flight, whose but one in all Yaque--and that Olivia's?
It was Olivia.

That was plain even in the mere instant that it took the great, beautiful motor, at thirty miles an hour, to flash past them.

St.George saw her--coat of hunting pink and fluttering veil and shining eyes; he was dimly conscious of another little figure beside her, and of the unmistakable and agonized Mrs.Hastings in the tonneau; but it was only Olivia's glance that he caught as it swept the prince.