He had before him the dim--very dim--outline of Starvation, and being perfectly sober, he steered a straight course, and made sure he was well away from the upper end of the crevice, and pulled the gas lever down another notch.
The little handful of engine roared beautifully and shook the car with the vibration.

Casey heaved a sigh of weariness mingled with content that the way was smooth and he need not look for chuck holes for a few minutes, at any rate.

He settled back, and his fingers relaxed on the wheel.

I think he dozed, though Casey swears he did not.
Suddenly he leaned forward, stared hard, leaned out and stared, listened with an ear cocked toward the engine.

He turned and looked behind, then stared ahead again.
"By _gosh_, I bet both hubs is busted!" he ejaculated under his breath,-- Furnace Lake subdues one somehow.