Farnum.
"Runs just as smoothly, sir, at sixty miles an hour," replied the man.
"When we get a little further out, you can us some of that," smiled
Mr. Farnum, contentedly.
"I will, sir."
"You boys afraid to go at sixty miles an hour?" asked the shipbuilder,
turning to face those in the tonneau.
"Scared to death," laughed Jack Benson, gleefully.
As soon as the chauffeur considered that he had reached a
little-enough-traveled part of the country road he let out the speed.
"My, but we're going some," called Farnum.
"Fifty miles," replied the chauffeur. "Now, I'll show you sixty."
The car seemed to leap forward. Then, it seemed to those in the tonneau
as though they were beating any speed ever reached by an express train.
Whizz-zz! It was wild, exhilarating--dangerous!
"Say!" gasped Farnum. "If--"
That was as far as he got. The forward end of his side of the car sank
to the ground. The car seemed trying to stand on its head.
Then it stopped, and all in it were hurled into the center of awful
disaster.
CHAPTER XIII
THE TRICK IS EASILY SEEN THROUGH
In the next instant all had settled.
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