"Look where you're going!" said Jake. "Or else jam on the brake!"
He uttered the words with a sharpness so unexpected that Saltash started. As a consequence, the car swerved and instantly skidded in the mud, jerking the wheel from his hold. In a moment they were half-way up a steep bank at the side of the road, and a moment after with a crash of splintering glass they were over, flung headlong into the roadway.
"Damn!" said Jake.
"Damnation!" cried Lord Saltash with violence. "It was your fault! What the devil did you startle me like that for?";
He sprang up with the agility of a monkey, unscathed and furious.
Jake remained seated in the mud. He was panting a little but his speech when it came was unhurried.
"What the blazes did you want to drive at that preposterous speed for, you all-fired fool?" he said.
"Eh? What?" Saltash stamped in the mud to relieve his feelings. "Do you dare to say it was my fault?"
"I say you're an all-fired fool," said Jake, with the deliberation of one who has come to an unalterable decision. "You can draw your own conclusions from that."
He proceeded to get up with an effort so obvious that Saltash's attention was caught. "Hullo! You're hurt, are you? Where?"