Page 84 (1/1)

Furred with snow, and bearded fearfully with ice; creeping like a

under the last pound of stea her heels again and

again froine moved down on the blocked cut

Unable to reckon distance or resistance but by instinct, and forced to

risk everything for headway, McGraw pricked the cylinders till the

s like a jockey for a final

cruel spur he goaded the monster for the last time and rose in his

stirrups for the crash

With never a slip or a stu engine plunged headlong into the curve Only once, she

staggered and rolled; once only, three reckless men rose to answer

death as it knocked at their hearts; but their hour was not co drift from end to

end