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A long silence, fraught with an importance which the throbbing of the two engines was powerless to disturb, followed the mutual discovery. Joe's brain worked the quicker. Disguising his voice as best he could, he shouted through the fog: "We can't pass here." "Is is this Cobberly Road?" cried Windomshire, striving to obtain what he considered the American twang. "No, it's not.
"Hang it all, man, don't blow your horn like that!" roared Windomshire at last, harassed and full of dread. Joe, in his abstraction, was sounding his siren in a most insulting manner. At last Windomshire's wheels struck a surface that seemed hard and resisting. He gave a shout of joy. "Here we are! It's macadam!" "Cobberly Road," cried Joe. "Back off to the right and let me run in ahead.
"About seven miles. We'll take the short cut through O'Brien's Lane and strike Cobberly Road again at the crossroads. Then it will be easy going. We'll catch the flyer all right, Nell. Everything's arranged. You go into Car 5 and I in Car 7 " "With a whole car between us? Heavens!" "It's safest, dear. There might happen to be some one on board who'd know us and suspect.
I'm staying overnight with my uncle in Cobberly Road." "The 'bus is good enough for me. I haven't forgotten how you ran off the Peters Bridge last fall," said Carter. "Hang it, man, he wasn't thinking about bridges that time," said the cheerful bore. "There was a girl with him. Elea Ahem! I say, old man, what the devil time is it? Time for the confounded 'bus? Don't want to miss the train."
I'm I'm in a devil of a hurry." "By Gad, sir, so am I. Hi, hold back there! Look out where you're going, confound you!" "Now for it," cried Joe to Eleanor. "We've got the lead; I'll bet a bun he can't catch us." He had deliberately driven across the other's bows, as it were, scraping the wheel, and was off over Cobberly Road like the wind.
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