"If you hear it begin to growl, tell me." And then for a few minutes they rode like birds on the path of the wind.
When they approached the entrance to the canyon, gradually Linda slowed down.

She turned an exultant flashing face to Donald Whiting.
"That was a whizzer," said the boy.

"I'll tell you I don't know what I'd give to have a car like this for my very own.

I'll bet not another girl in Los Angeles has a car that can go like that." "And I don't believe I have any business with it," said Linda; "but since circumstances make it mine, I am going to keep it and I am going to drive it." "Of course you are," said Donald emphatically.

"Don't you ever let anybody fool you out of this car, because if they wanted to, it would be just because they are jealous to think they haven't one that will go as fast." "There's not the slightest possibility of my giving it up so long as I can make the engine turn over," she said.