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In the flash of thought that preceded his own action he realized that the recovering of the papers was Arima's one means of righting himself. As Arima grasped the steering-wheel of the car and threw on the clutch, Orme ran behind the tonneau. His action was swiftly calculated to give the impression that he was dodging around the car in the hope of escaping on foot.
Even the long black bonnet was banded with some close-drawn drapery. The solitary man who drove this curious car was broad and burly. He sat hunched up over his steering-wheel, with the brim of a Tyrolean hat drawn down over his eyes. The red end of a cigarette smouldered under the black shadow thrown by the headgear.
Jeannette drew herself up and fixed him with a stony stare. "I am Miss Urmy," she answered frigidly. The start that Chilminster gave unconsciously affected the steering-wheel, and the car swerved sharply. "What are you doing? You're driving disgracefully!" exclaimed Jeannette. "I I beg your pardon," faltered Chilminster. "I thought you were her lady's maid." He felt he owed her that one.
Philip, the chauffeur, sprang out from under the steering-wheel and for some reason unknown to anyone but himself, passed around to the rear of the car. He had permitted the engine to run on, merely throwing out the clutch when he came to a stop.
He was also proud of his young wife, Maud, who, clad in several hundred pounds' worth of furs, had taken her seat next to the steering-wheel, and was waiting for Harold to mount by her side. The united ages of this handsome and gay couple came to less than forty-five.
The Beggar Man's hand tightened on the steering-wheel. "I'm not so small that there's any excuse for you to forget me so completely," he said dryly. "I'm here waiting to be wanted." Faith did not answer, but that night when she and Peg were brushing their hair together in Faith's room she repeated his words. "As if I shall ever want him?" she said scornfully.
A stream of burning oil surged up from the hull of the derelict and tumbled into the sea, blazing fiercely on the crest of the waves. "Take the boat." Before the girl could gain the wheel Gregory was fighting his way to the stern. As Dickie's fingers closed on the steering-wheel he was slashing at the rope spliced to the chain.
He would slip out from under his steering-wheel, his linen duster flapping about his long legs, and he would stalk through the rocking, meditative observers on the piazza and through the lobby past Dickie's frozen stare, upstairs to the door of Miss Arundel's "suite." There he was bidden to come in.
The fellow spun the fly-wheel vigorously; the little craft began to vibrate and quiver and then swung out from shore. A moment later and the engineman yelled. He came stumbling forward and seized the steering-wheel as the boat grazed a buoy. "That's right, you steer," Dan laughed, relaxing his hold. To Natalie he said, "There's a sky-pilot in Omar," and pressed her to him.
The propellers were still whirring around by their own momentum, and if Tom could switch in the magneto in time all might yet be well. They had started to fall, but, by quickly bringing up the head plane tips, Tom sent his craft soaring upward again on a bank of air. "Here!" he cried to Mr. Damon. "Take the steering-wheel and kept her on this level as long as you can." "What are you going to do?"
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