"That's so."

"What time is it now?" Cora asked as, with hands firmly gripping the
wheel, she leaned forward to peer down the road. She could neither
see nor hear the train now.

"It's nine-fifty-five," replied the chauffeur. "The train is due at
New City at ten-fifteen."

"Twenty minutes yet. I'm sure we can make it."

Cora made that declaration with her cheeks flushing and her bright
eyes ablaze with excitement.

"Won't you, let me take the wheel?" asked Paul. "I am afraid that
this heavy driving is too much for you."

"Oh, no, indeed! This is my race, you know. I want to beat him."

She looked at Paul frankly.

"Very well. Only don't distress yourself too much--on my account."

"Don't worry. I love this. At what place in New City do you wish
to go?"

"Directly in the center, next to the bank. The office of the
Whitehall Motor Company."

"Then we'll take this road," decided the girl. "I'm sure it cuts