For a second I thought we were over. . . . Then the car swung back to
the crown of the road.
Again he swerved to the off, and I wrenched her back.
All the time the car was gathering speed.
I had the strength, but he had the position. We swayed and swung and
swerved all over the road, fighting and raving like madmen to get the
upper hand. Twice I went for the brake, but each time, before I could
reach it, I had to catch at the wheel. I crushed his fingers, and he
screamed and spat in my face.
We were doing fifty now, and a curve was coming. The man wasn’t born
that could take it without brakes. Perowne saw it, too, and laughed.
“Behold our spring-board,” he said.