The Archimedes, being under control, went through the “S” safely at forty miles an hour. Then Stanley Downs set himself to catch the other car.
He was not clear as to what he would do if he did catch it. But he was resolved to do something. There was another sharp bend ahead, close to the broad lake, with its stone wall and many boat landings. After that came another twist, taking the road straight upon the long bridge that crossed the water.
As the Fanchon whizzed around on two wheels, Stanley saw that the fair driver was leaning far to one side, to throw the weight of her body against the inclination of the car to tip over. She was game to the core. Stanley Downs would have sworn to that.
“Doesn’t seem scared!” shouted Karl, above the roaring of the car, as it gathered more speed.
“Nerve of pure steel!” replied Stanley, through his clenched teeth. “Karl!”
“Well?”
“Get ready to take this wheel—without stopping the car.”
“Great Scott! That’s going to be some stunt,” declared Karl, but loosening himself up at the same time, ready to obey. “What’s the idea?”
“You see that we are getting to that last twist in the road, the quarter mile?”
“Sure! All right! Ready to do it now?”