As they flashed past a house a man rushed out.
"Look out for that bridge!" he cried, pointing to the foot of the slope. "It's weakened by a flood. You'll never get over it if you hit it that fast!"
His words died away as the car rushed on down hill, Dick vainly trying to check its speed by the two brakes still in commission.
CHAPTER XXI MAROONED
"Can't you hold her, Dick?"
"Is there anything we can do?"
Paul and Innis shouted their questions at their chum, as he sat at the wheel, guiding the ponderous car on its perilous way. Every stone that could be avoided Dick steered away from, yet to make too much of a swerve, he knew, would be disastrous.
"I'm afraid—it's getting—away from me," he called through his clenched teeth. "The emergency brake is broken, and the others don't seem to hold."