I don't care if we wreck the car if only we can cover a couple of miles of ground first.

Run! Hustle!" Had he suffered from a little keener fear, Bayliss would have collapsed utterly.

As it was, fear lent him extra speed.

He fairly tore over the ground, darting through bushes, plunging on in headlong haste.

Bert kept with him.
"We'll soon be all right," cried Dodge encouragingly.