The speedometer dropped to twenty … to fifteen … to ten….
Then the tires tore at the road, and we practically stopped.
Adèle changed into second speed.
I opened the door instantly, only to see that to collect Berry now was out of the question. The sheep were all round us—like a flood—lapping our sides.
Adèle changed into first.
I was physically afraid to look behind.
The next moment we were through.
We stormed round a curve to see a level crossing a quarter of a mile ahead.
The gates were shut.
Adèle gave a cry of despair.