Not that that mattered, though, for they were going too fast to talk, anyway.

At first they were a bit uneasy, but presently when they found that the car did not jump into a ditch or vault a fence, they got over their nervousness and thoroughly enjoyed the well-nigh breathless sensation.

The driver lolled back on his spine with a nonchalance that aroused Clint's admiration and envy.

He wondered whether he would ever own a car and be able to go dashing through the scenery at forty miles an hour like this.

And he was still wondering when something happened.
It happened so quickly that it was all over before it had begun.