The bushes claimed her hat, and she did not stop for it.
Where it was at all possible, the Angel mounted and pounded over the corduroy again.

She was panting for breath and almost worn out when she reached the level pike.

She had no idea how long she had been--and only two miles covered.

She leaned over the bars, almost standing on the pedals, racing with all the strength in her body.

The blood surged in her ears while her head swam, but she kept a straight course, and rode and rode.