"Drive up into someone's yard like lightning.

Here comes a whizz wagon that wants the whole highway." Behind them, its metal trimmings flashing in the sun, and leaving a trail of dust in its wake, came an automobile traveling at least sixty miles an hour.
Yet, fast as the car was going when it passed them, the speed did not prevent one occupant from recognizing them and calling out derisively.

Then, half a mile ahead, the car stopped, turned, and came slowly back toward the wondering Gridley boys..