“‘Charge it!’
“The needle on the speedometer wavered from fifty to fifty-five, then struck at sixty, held a second there, and passed it. Gnats and flies hit my face and stung like flying shot. The top of the road went up in a swirl of dust behind us. I hung on, with 4 my life in my trembling hands. We zipped past teams and motor-cars.
“We filled every eye with dust and every ear with screeches and every heart with a swift pang of terror.
“‘Charge it!’
“A rider with a frightened horse raced on ahead of us to the next corner. We sped across the track into Chesterville and––
“‘Hold up! There’s the office ahead.’
“The levers move, down goes the brake, and we’re there.
“‘Eleven miles in fourteen minutes!’ Harry exclaims, as I spring out and hurry to the door. It was really sixteen minutes, but I always allow Harry a slight discount.
“‘Not in!’ I shout, in a second.
“‘Not in––heart of Allah!––where is he?’