Paul called his a.s.sistant, a young lad, and gave him instructions about some cars, and what to do if certain customers came in. It was not a busy part of the day, and he could leave without causing any complications. Then he slipped into his long, linen coat and stepped into Cora"s car.
"I"m afraid this is an imposition," he declared, taking the steering wheel, a sort of unconscious habit he had. Then he bethought himself. "Oh, but I suppose you"ll drive," he added quickly, shifting over, rather abashed at having taken his place in the driver"s seat without being asked. "You see, I"m so accustomed to being here."
"I believe I will drive," answered Cora. "I have great faith in the obedience of my machine. It knows my hand."
"I shouldn"t wonder," agreed the young, man. "I do believe that motor-cars can almost be made to think--under the guidance of very gentle but sure hands."
Paul looked very handsome, Cora thought. He was the type she always admired--a youth with a bronze complexion--a straight, athletic figure, almost cla.s.sic, Cora decided. He cranked up for her, re-entered the car, and they rolled from the garage. Once out on the country road Cora threw in the high gear and fed the gasolene with a judicious hand, controlling the spark admirably.
"A fine machine!" exclaimed Paul, noting how perfect was the rhythm of action as it thrilled out beneath them.
"There are friends of mine," said Cora suddenly as a runabout, containing two young then, came into sight. Ed Foster and Walter Pennington raised their caps as they dashed by, but they did not go so quickly but that Cora noticed an expression of surprise on their faces.
"Oh, yes, I know them also," remarked Paul. "I"ve had that machine in the garage."
"I wonder where they are going?" went on Cora. She also found herself wondering if Walter and Ed were surprised to see her out alone with a professional chauffeur. It was the first time her conduct in taking Paul with her came forcibly to her mind. Then, with an independence of spirit that characterized her, she decided she had no apology or explanation to make.
"It"s hard to say where any person in an auto is going," replied Paul pleasantly, "and sometimes almost as hard to say when they"ll get there."
"That young man on the right is the one who recently lost twenty thousand dollars," observed the girl as she changed to second speed to take a troublesome little hill.
"So I understand. And wasn"t there some mystery connected with it?"
"Indeed, there was. You know, they found the empty wallet in the tool-box of my car."
"Yes, so I heard. Quite remarkable. But can"t the detectives find out who stole the money and hid the pocketbook there?"
Cora was grateful for the neat way he put that, to avoid referring to the suspicions that had been cast on her and on her friends.
"The police don"t appear able to do anything," was her answer. "It does seem very strange."
"Have they inquired of all the people who were on hand at the time of the robbery--or loss--when, I understand, it was very likely that the empty wallet was put in your tool-box?"
"Oh, yes, they have questioned all of us--and I can tell you that they were not any too polite about it, either. I thought I would never get over their quizzing."
"Well, I suppose they have to be sharp," remarked Paul. "But I"ve not yet explained to you the reason why I am in such a hurry and the nature of the position I am after. You see, a firm in New City advertised for a chauffeur to drive their machine across the country in a big race. I replied, and was as good as engaged. I expected to go over this morning, but some one told me that Sid Wilc.o.x had taken the early train and was going to beat me out--It"s a case of first come--get the job, you see."
"Sidney Wilc.o.x!" exclaimed Cora in astonishment.
"Yes. You know him, of course. It seems that he wants to make the trip, and is willing to run the machine without pay. I can"t afford to do that, and that gives him an advantage over me. If Sid gets there first, and offers to do it for nothing, it means that they"ll take him."
"Well, he"ll not get there first!" exclaimed Cora very determinedly.
Suddenly they both heard the distant whistle of the train. "There she is!" cried Paul; and a little later they caught sight of the cars, flying over the track.
"We"re too late," said Paul.
"Not yet," answered Cora. "We can take a shorter route, even if they can go faster than we can."
She was already running on third speed, and the motor was taking about all the gasolene it could use. She adjusted the spark to give the best service, and now, as an additional means of inducing speed, she cut out the m.u.f.fler. The explosions of the motor played a tattoo on the dusty road.
"I"m going to turn here!" cried Cora as she swung around a corner.
"Look out!"
Paul needed no warning, for he was an expert autoist. The machine skidded a bit and tilted somewhat, but was soon flying down the straight, level stretch.
"I cannot understand why Sid Wilc.o.x wants to run in a cross-country race--and for nothing," said Cora.
"Because he knows I want the place. He hates me and wants to make trouble for me."
"Is that so? Then we have a double reason for beating him. And I think we"ll do it. His train has to wait for the accommodation to pa.s.s it at the junction. We"ll gain on him there."
"That"s so."
"What time is it now?" Cora asked as, with hands firmly gripping the wheel, she leaned forward to peer down the road. She could neither see nor hear the train now.
"It"s nine-fifty-five," replied the chauffeur. "The train is due at New City at ten-fifteen."
"Twenty minutes yet. I"m sure we can make it."
Cora made that declaration with her cheeks flushing and her bright eyes ablaze with excitement.
"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. "We"ll have to go slow through the city."
"Yes, but I have been counting on that. We still have a few minutes. Oh, isn"t it a pity that a motor isn"t like a horse? When you get a machine going just so fast it can"t go any faster, but a horse can always be depended on for a spurt."
"Yes," answered Paul quietly. He was busy thinking.