through a park, and will bring us out right at the center of the
city."

"It does, and it's the nearest way. You're getting to be quite a
driver."

"I mean to be. Hark, there's the train again!"

"Yes, and we're ahead of it!" exclaimed Paul as he caught sight of
the cars. "We've gained on them!"

"But they're going down grade, and we have a hill to climb," spoke
Cora a little despairingly. But she would not give up. On and on
rushed the car. There was but five minutes left, and the railroad;
station was very close to the building where the automobile concern
was located. Sid's chances were very good--Paul's not quite so much
so.

"We'll have to be a little careful now," Paul reminded her as they
swung around a curve. "We'll have to go slow through the city."

"Yes, but I have been counting on that. We still have a few
minutes. Oh, isn't it a pity that a motor isn't like a horse? When
you get a machine going just so fast it can't go any faster, but a
horse can always be depended on for a spurt."

"Yes," answered Paul quietly. He was busy thinking.

"How many minutes lift now?" asked Cora.