Then in answer to Martha's plea, the man ran suddenly shot ahead with an almost insane burst of speed. Closer and closer came to the gray demon, and I came to the gray demon, who seemed to be on the track.
I looked up over the back of the car, looked ahead and fired deliberately at the three in pursuit.
We had been living along wildly with a prolonged attempt of greater and greater speed, which told me even before Versale began shouting to Butch not to let them catch us, who "they" were.
I knew my question as to Jimmy's where about was answered. He was going to save the day and the Jewels—and maybe after all. But as we raced on and on and the driver of our car seemed to be out-distanced, a little "so" wondered.
A moderate driver of our car would not wonder us over some embankment rather than permit us to be taken.
When Versale suddenly released me, drew a gun and fired at the pursuing car. I had ventured one quick glance. I told me that Martha Alnsley was in the car.
And Versale's bullet, fired point-blank on the air, he had professed to love, told me that whatever else it failed to reach. It must shatter Martha's infatuation for him.
There was a sudden crash. That was the signal bullet had shattered the windshield of the pursuing car.
But it came on more desperately than ever. Suddenly it fairly leaped ahead on the ribbon of road. Its front wheels with our rear ones.  They reached the hubs, and then suddenly the car, with crouched on the inner running board, came abreast with ours. 