He pressed, and away we went.

We was eatin' up the road now, I tell you, and though I was expectin' every minute to be my next, I couldn't help admirin' the way the Cap'n steered.

And, as for him, he was gettin' more and more set up and confident.
"'She handles like a yacht, Barzilla,' he grunts, between his teeth.
'See me put her around the next buoy ahead there.

Hey! how's that ?' "The next 'buoy' was a curve in the road, and we went around it beautiful.

So with the next and the next and the next.