turns he made, missing a curb by a hair's breadth--
grazing a trolley by half an inch. Her fears were soon
forgotten.

The hand on the wheel was made of steel, too.

The throbbing demon encased within the hood obeyed
his slightest whim. She glanced at the square, massive
jaw with furtive admiration.

Without turning his head he laughed.

"You like it, teacher?"

"I'm in Heaven!"

"You won't worry about church then, will you?"

"Not today."

They stopped at a road-house, and he put in more
gasoline, lifted the casing from the engine, touched
each vital part, examined his tires, and made sure that
his machine was at its best.

She watched him with a growing sense of his
strength of character, his poise and executive ability.
He was an awkward, stammering boy in the Library
yesterday. Today with this machine in his hand he was
the master of Time and Space.