The wind pressed so hard that he could scarcely breathe.

The car gave forth a humming roar.
Kurt's heart labored, swollen and tight, high in his breast, and his thoughts were swift, tumultuous.

An agony of dread battled with a dominating but strange certainty.

He felt belief in his luck.
Circumstances one by one had led to this drive, and in every one passed by he felt the direction of chance.
He sped by fields of wheat, a wagon that he missed by an inch, some stragglers on the road, and then, far ahead, he saw a sign-post of the forks.

As he neared it he gradually shut off the power, to stop at the cross-roads.