THE BAAG-NOUK.
The car rushed at the slope, and the shoulder of the cutting hid it from Melchard the fraction of a second before his next shot was heard.
Amaryllis took the double bend of the little cañon with an assurance which satisfied Dick of her ability.
The sprint had exhausted his reserve of nervous force, for the moment slender; and he lay back in the ample seat of the tonneau scarcely more than half-conscious.
The road straightening before her and still climbing, Amaryllis glanced at him over her shoulder.
"There's some brandy left," she shouted, her eyes again on her work, "in your left pocket. Finish it."
Her voice roused him; with an effort he found and unscrewed the flask.
He had hardly drained it before sight came back to his eyes and he remembered the danger ahead.
Mut-mut!
They had reached a strip of road level and straight, some two hundred yards in length, which crossed the breadth of the ridge, on its way to a descent as steep as the climb already accomplished. But even this, the highest part of their road, ran in a cutting, or natural cleft, in the spine of the ridge; and rocks and bushes, with a few stunted trees, rose in jumbled terraces on both sides of the car.