passed upon it. Barney took the outside that he might hold the horse
away from the dangerous ravine.

At the sound of the whirring thing behind him the animal cast an
affrighted glance in its direction, and with a little squeal of
terror redoubled its frantic efforts to escape. The girl, too,
looked back over her shoulder. Her face was very white, but her eyes
were steady and brave.

Barney Custer smiled up at her in encouragement, and the girl smiled
back at him.

"She's sure a game one," thought Barney.

Now she was calling to him. At first he could not catch her words
above the pounding of the horse's hoofs and the noise of his motor.
Presently he understood.

"Stop!" she cried. "Stop or you will be killed. The road turns to
the left just ahead. You'll go into the ravine at that speed."

The front wheel of the roadster was at the horse's right flank.
Barney stepped upon the accelerator a little harder. There was
barely room between the horse and the edge of the road for the four
wheels of the roadster, and Barney must be very careful not to touch
the horse. The thought of that and what it would mean to the girl
sent a cold shudder through Barney Custer's athletic frame.

The man cast a glance to his right. His machine drove from the left
side, and he could not see the road at all over the right hand door.