It was queer, but my thoughts went back, for just a flash, to the time Barney had dared me to drive the _Yellow Peril_ up past the Cliff House to Sutro Baths.

I had the same heady elation of daredeviltry.

I wouldn't have turned back, then, even if I hadn't cared so much for her.
She didn't say anything more, and I sent the car ahead at a pace that almost matched the mood I was in, and that brought White Divide sprinting up to meet us.

The trail was good, and the car was a dandy.

I was making straight for King's Highway as the best and only chance of carrying out my foolhardy design.