Away gallivanted the Ford, full speed to Hell.
“Do tell him not so fast,” said Kate.
“I don’t know how,” said Owen.
He shouted in good English:
“Hey! chauffeur! Not so fast! Don’t drive so fast.”
“No presto. Troppo presto. Va troppo presto!” said Kate.
The man looked at them with black, dilated eyes of fathomless incomprehension. Then he put his foot on the accelerator.
“He’s only going faster!” laughed Owen nervously.
“Ah! Let him alone!” said Kate, with utter weariness.
The fellow drove like a devil incarnate, as if he had the devil in his body. But also, he drove with the devil’s own nonchalant skill. There was nothing to do but let him rip.