"No, you fellows try it. I've got to hold this wheel. The minute I let go this auto is going to be like a wild horse, trying to climb the first tree in sight. Jump, while I hold her steady. Then I'll take my chance."
"I'll steer for you," offered Innis, gallantly.
"No, let me!" insisted Paul.
"I tell you I'll stick to my machine until she smashes!" cried Dick, sharply. "You fellows jump while you've got the chance. I'll try and hold her until she gets to the bridge, and then I may be able to land in the water. Go ahead."
"It's a shame!" cried Paul. "To see this dandy car go to smash."
"It can't be helped," replied Dick, sadly.
Paul opened the door on one side, and Innis on the other. They got in good positions to make their leap. The man on the bridge was still waving his signal of danger, uselessly it seemed, for the big car was headed straight for the structure.
Dick gave a sharp glance ahead, and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Then he called out, hoarsely:
"Wait a minute, fellows! Hold on! Don't jump yet! Maybe there's a way out yet!"
"How?" yelled Paul.