“By Jove!” replied Hal. “You are right. Now I wonder how that happens.”
Gradually the car gathered speed, until it was traveling along at a good gait. Hal did not wish to go too fast, for he was not familiar with the roads, and besides, the steep grade also precluded this.
Night fell. Hal stopped the car long enough to light the searchlights.
“They may betray our presence,” he said, “but if I don’t light them we are likely to go into a ditch.”
The car crept along slowly during the night hours, and morning found them still in the mountains. With the coming of dawn, however, Hal put on more speed, and by noon they were once more on the plains of Galicia. Then Hal “let her out.”
Suddenly the machine flashed by a body of troops. Hal swerved to one side of the road just in time to avoid running into them. Chester caught a glimpse of their uniforms.
“Russians!” he called to Hal.
“Are you sure?” the latter called back.
“Sure,” replied Chester.
Hal reduced the speed of the car.