Nevertheless, they beat out fifty-three miles in the first two hours. Then they had to stop to feed her gasoline, and while Billy attended to this duty Dan looked her over a little.
“See who’s coming!” exclaimed Billy, looking back as he tipped the contents of the can into the tank.
“I see them. Chance has waked up. He’s going to pass us, I reckon, and show us some fancy running.”
“Oh I don’t know,” grunted Billy. “They’re slowing down.”
“Huh!” said Dan. “All right there?”
“Yep.”
“Open her up a little more and we’ll see what we can do ourselves.”
He cranked up and then got into the car. Billy was already there. The car started slowly. Then she stopped!
“What’s the matter now?” gasped Billy.
They heard the exhaust of number seven behind them. Billy leaped out on one side; Dan on the other. They could find nothing the matter, but it was a fact that the Breton-Melville had stopped dead.