"Shouldn't like to say. Maybe seventy. Maybe more. But it was a frightful pace." I pointed along the road to left and right. "See how it curves. And we're on the outside of the bend. To clear us at that pace, he'd 've had to go over himself."
"How can we hit him best?"
"All round. We can summon him under the Motor Car Acts and bring a civil action for damages. He ought to go down heavily."
"No escape?"
"I should say we've got him cold."
Berry heaved a long sigh and clapped me on the back.
"I feel better already," he said.
Before doing anything else, Jonah and I subjected the Rolls to a careful examination.
Both wings and the running-board on the off-side had been ripped off, and the front axle was bent by the side of the steering-pin. The off fore-wheel had apparently been struck on the tire, and the fact that neither of the fore-wheels had collapsed spoke volumes for their sturdy construction. The shock, however, had put the steering-gear out of action. So far as we could tell, that was the extent of the damage. Whether any further injuries would later appear, it was impossible to say.
I crossed to the girls and Berry, who were seated disconsolate upon the bank on the opposite side of the road. Heavily I made my report.