CHAPTER XVI.
One More Race.
A faint toot-toot warned from behind.
"They've got out the other car," said Beryl, a bit tremulously; and added, "it's a much bigger one than this." I let her out all I dared for the road we were traveling; and then there we were, at that blessed gate.

I hadn't thought of it till we were almost upon it, but it didn't take much thought; there was only one thing to do, and I did it.
I caught Beryl by an arm and pulled her down to the floor of the car, not taking my eyes from the trail, or speaking.

Then I drove the car forward like a cannon-ball.

We hit that gate like a locomotive, and scarcely felt the jar.

I knew the make of that motor, and what it could do.