"Won't you, let me take the wheel?" asked Paul. "I am afraid that
this heavy driving is too much for you."
"Oh, no, indeed! This is my race, you know. I want to beat him."
She looked at Paul frankly.
"Very well. Only don't distress yourself too much--on my account."
"Don't worry. I love this. At what place in New City do you wish
to go?"
"Directly in the center, next to the bank. The office of the
Whitehall Motor Company."
"Then we'll take this road," decided the girl. "I'm sure it cuts
through a park, and will bring us out right at the center of the
city."
"It does, and it's the nearest way. You're getting to be quite a
driver."
"I mean to be. Hark, there's the train again!"
"Yes, and we're ahead of it!" exclaimed Paul as he caught sight of
the cars. "We've gained on them!"
"But they're going down grade, and we have a hill to climb," spoke
Cora a little despairingly. But she would not give up. On and on
rushed the car. There was but five minutes left, and the railroad;
station was very close to the building where the automobile concern
was located. Sid's chances were very good--Paul's not quite so much
so.
"We'll have to be a little careful now," Paul reminded her as they
swung around a curve.
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