So great was their speed that they seemed to reach it before they were well out from the shadow of the culvert, yet they had traveled two hundred yards or more.

There was nothing really to frighten Fred as he cried out unless it was the sudden imminence of the turn, which had seemed much further away when they had first seen it.

It was less what he saw than some indefinable thing he felt.
Whether Boris's hand was wavering or whether some hitherto unsuspected weakness had developed in the machine, Fred could not tell.

But he seemed to sense somehow that all was not well.

There was some break in the rhythm of the car's movement that warned him.
Now they took the turn.