With a slipping and sliding, the touring car went over the dirt and stones, rushing nearer and nearer to the gully on the outer edge of the highway.
"Look! Look!" screamed Sam, a second later.

"A carriage, and three ladies in it!" He was right, and the carriage was less than a hundred yards ahead.

But just now Tom could think of nothing but the turn, for the machine was running closer than ever to the gully.

If they went down in that the touring car would most likely turn turtle, and they might all be killed.
But they did not go down into the gully.

By sheer good luck Tom managed to throw the automobile back into the roadway, two wheels for a second spinning in midair.