The car was in the main road now, swerving over the corner to the right, which fortunately was a low grassy bank with no curbing. Zee, rocking dizzily in her seat, moved the wheel from side to side at such a furious pace that she kept the car almost inside the road, and clear of the ditches on either side.
"Go slow," begged Treasure.
"I can't," cried Zee. "She must be leaking."
After two blocks of riotously dangerous riding, Zee remembered that if she shoved with her left foot it did something to stop it—and she shoved, and the engine lifted, and the car slowed down.
She turned a white anxious face toward Treasure.
"That was some speed," she gasped.
"Watch the road, Zee. You had the gas thing in the middle instead of the sparker thing—"
"Oh, sure enough, wasn't that silly?" Zee put the hand feeder in its proper place and prepared to start again.
"I know how to drive this car—I know how, and I will do it," she said between her teeth.
She put it into low again, and started once more, very slowly.