She hung onto her hat, and to the seat, and she had her hands full, let me tell you.
The purr of their motor grew louder, and I didn't like the sound of it a bit.

I turned my head enough to see them slithering along close--abominably close.

I glimpsed old King in the tonneau, and Weaver humped over the wheel in an unpleasantly businesslike fashion.
I humped over my own wheel and tried to coax her up a bit, as if she had been the _Yellow Peril_ at the wind-up of a close race.

For a minute I felt hopeful.

Then I could tell by the sound that Weaver was crowding up.
"They're gaining, Mr.Carleton!" Beryl's voice had a new ring in it, and I caught my breath.
"Can you get here and take the wheel and hold her straight without slowing her ?" I asked, looking straight ahead.