"Good Heavens!" cried Jack, and threw his arm around her.
The speed began to quicken.
"The lever's nearly at full speed," said Kitty, quietly. "What are we to do?"
His arm tightened round her, and the alternatives raced through his mind. "We must strike the Great North Road at Anderfield, and heaven forgive any one who gets in our way!" he said.
"Six miles and two turns," said Kitty; "but it's our only chance."
The hedges were flying past. The first turn was two miles away, and they were very soon on it. Kitty put on all the brake she could; and they came round it safely. They came down hill to the second turn: fortunately it was not sharp: a long hill fairly steep, and, for all the brake, the machine went quicker and quicker until it seemed almost to fly, scarcely touching the ground. The hedge of the other side of the Great North Road sprang suddenly up before them: they seemed almost on it; Jack, with his heart in his mouth, lifted Kitty half out of her seat as they whizzed round the corner on two wheels: the car settled with a jerk that proved the strength of its springs, and they ripped down the Great North Road.
Kitty laughed a short hysterical laugh.
"I thought we'd gone to glory together!" she said: and they both lay back panting.
"How far are we going?" said Jack.
"It won't stop for fifty miles," said Kitty.