"Belair Road," said the chauffeur, "main road to the North."
"Have you a full tank?" asked Jack.
He nodded.
"Follow them to New York then if necessary!"
On this dark road the occupants of the touring car soon discovered that they were being followed. They put on speed.
"Give her all she'll take," said Jack.
Fortunately the taxi was of a good make, and the engine was tight and clean. The little car gave a good account of itself. Moreover the road was smoothly paved, which further helped equalize the chances of light car and heavy one. Pursued and pursuer roared down the dark highway with cut-outs open. For several miles the way lay over one steep hill after another. They precipitated themselves recklessly down each declivity, gaining a momentum at the bottom that carried them almost to the top again without slackening.
"This is faster than I'm allowed to run her," said Jack's chauffeur.
"That's all right. I'll be responsible for the damage."
The man grinned and stepped a little harder on his accelerator.