Then the damn tire burst, and we lost our way.

Where did he go ?" "Who ?" demanded Van Vorst, stiffly, "Captain McCoy ?" The man exploded with an oath.

The driver with a shove of his elbow, silenced him.
"Yes, Captain McCoy," assented the driver eagerly.

"Which way did he go ?" "To New York," said Van Vorst.
The driver shrieked at his companion.
"Then, he's doubled back," he cried.

"He's gone to New Haven." He stooped and threw in the clutch.