There was nothing for it but to put the lever again at neutral, put on the brake, and climb out to re-swing the handle.

This time the engine, being warm, was more amiable and condescended to start easily.

Winona leaped into the car, adjusted her levers, put in her clutch more gradually, and the car glided slowly away.

With a feeling of desperation she gripped the steering wheel.

The lane was narrow and twisting, and not too smooth.