You can manage this little two-seater, Jones ?" "Yes, Sir," grinned the chauffeur, inspecting the levers.
The stranger made his big Daimler fly.

Winona never knew by how much he exceeded the speed limit, but it seemed to her that they must be spinning along at the rate of nearly fifty miles an hour.

Aunt Harriet had recovered a little, though she still moaned at intervals.

The hedges seemed to whirl past them, they went hooting through villages, and whizzed over a common.

At last the familiar spires and towers of Seaton appeared in the distance.