But Kurt could not be sure of that until it was only fifty yards away.
Then he swung out his rifle and waved for the driver to stop.

But he did not stop.

Kurt heard a scream.

He saw a white face.

He saw the driver swing his hand across that white face, dashing it back.
"Halt!" yelled Kurt, at the top of his lungs.
But the driver hunched down and put on the power.