"There he is now!" They said it in one breath, and their eyes met.
Rob slid forward in his seat. "We'll do it or bust."
"How can we?" asked Harry despairingly.
"I don't know. But I'm not going to give up now, would you?"
"Oh, no, no! Let's keep going to the very last. Something may happen for us."
Although the horses did their best, the motor car gained on them rapidly. Knowing that the car could pass them even if he held the middle of the road, Rob drew to the roadside. As the lumbering automobile went swiftly by it lunged down into a mudhole and spattered them freely.
"Thanks," said Rob placidly as Joyce glanced back over his shoulder. "That's one we owe you. Never mind, sis. You want to hold on, for wherever there's a stretch of good road I'll hit up the pace."
"Yes, that's right. He might break down or strike a snag at the last moment."
"Snakes and siwash!" Rob cried a few moments later. "He's done it! He's stuck!"