"If we only could! Where do we stop tonight?"
"Wherever we get."
So they sped on. Mile after mile was lapped up in the dust of the motors. Out through Connecticut, over the line into Massachusetts, and along the splendid roads that border the Housatonic River.
Houses were becoming scarcer and fewer; it was now largely a matter of woodlands and roads.
"We have to make time now," called Cora to the twins. "The boys say we should get to Pittsfield by evening."
"To Pittsfield! Why, that's——"
"About a hundred," called Cora again. "Look out for your shoes, and don't be reckless on the turns. Stripping your differential just now would be fatal."
"All right," responded Bess, "but mine is not the only car in the race."
"Thanks," called back Cora, "and now we will clear off. Good-by!"
The Whirlwind shot ahead. Jack's car was clear of the other—Walter's, and as the run had to be made against time it was best for each machine to have "room to look around it."