"What of it? You can't make a cake without breaking eggs."
Gradually the noises of the street lessened, and Evan gathered that they were getting out into the sparsely settled districts. They were bowling along rapidly and smoothly. About twenty minutes after they had crossed Central Bridge (if Central Bridge it was) the more determined voice suddenly said to the chauffeur:
"Don't turn in now. There's a car behind. Run slow and let it pass. Then come back."
This was evidently done. They turned in the road. As they came back the voice said:
"All clear. Go ahead in."
The car turned to the right and jolted over what seemed to be a shallow ditch. The road that followed was of the roughest character. If it was a road at all it was a wood-track; Evan heard the twigs crackle under the tires. They lurched and bumped alarmingly. Once they had to stop to allow the chauffeur to drag some obstruction out of the way. Evidently they had not had the car that way before, for the chauffeur said anxiously:
"Are you sure we can get through?"
The resolute voice answered: "We've got to."
The chauffeur said: "I couldn't turn around here."
The other voice replied: "There's a clear space in front of the house."