"Oh, not at all," replied Bob. "I don't want to go fast. If Geordie thinks he's being followed, he'll go sixty miles an hour, and I don't think I can do more than forty-five in this."
"Can't you?" asked the bishop. "I'm almost glad you can't."
"Is this the great north road?" asked Bob.
"No," said the bishop, "it's the road to Crowland and Spalding. I've often driven on it, but never so fast as this."
Geordie's car drew ahead, and Bob put his car on the third speed.
"Bob!" cried the bishop, as he clutched the sides of his seat. "Bob!"
"Yes?"
"Isn't this an illegal speed?"
"Rather," said Bob.
"I cannot aid and abet you in going at it, then," said the bishop, as firmly as he could. "I must request you to be legal."