But behind him a man's voice rose with a roar like a rocket and was met with a savage, deep-throated cheer.
Outside the village Ford brought the car to a halt and swung in his seat.
"This thing is going to fail!" he cried petulantly.

"They don't believe us.

We've got to show ourselves--many times--in a dozen places." "The British mind moves slowly," said Birrell, the Irishman.

"Now, if this had happened in my native land--" He was interrupted by the screech of a siren, and a demon car that spurned the road, that splattered them with pebbles, tore past and disappeared in the darkness.

As it fled down the lane of their head-lights, they saw that men in khaki clung to its sides, were packed in its tonneau, were swaying from its running boards.