looked back over her shoulder. Her face was very white, but her eyes

were steady and brave.

Barney Custer smiled up at her in encouragement, and the girl smiled

back at him.

"She's sure a game one," thought Barney.

Now she was calling to him. At first he could not catch her words

above the pounding of the horse's hoofs and the noise of his motor.

Presently he understood.

"Stop!" she cried. "Stop or you will be killed. The road turns to

the left just ahead. You'll go into the ravine at that speed."

The front wheel of the roadster was at the horse's right flank.

Barney stepped upon the accelerator a little harder. There was

barely room between the horse and the edge of the road for the four

wheels of the roadster, and Barney must be very careful not to touch

the horse. The thought of that and what it would mean to the girl

sent a cold shudder through Barney Custer's athletic frame.

The man cast a glance to his right. His machine drove from the left

side, and he could not see the road at all over the right hand door.

The sight of tree tops waving beneath him was all that was visible.

Just ahead the road's edge rushed swiftly beneath the right-hand

fender, the wheels on that side must have been on the very verge of

the embankment.

Now he was abreast the girl. Just ahead he could see where the road

disappeared around a corner of the bluff at the dangerous curve the

girl had warned him against.

Custer leaned far out over the side of his car. The lunging of the

horse in his stride, and the swaying of the leaping car carried him

first close to the girl and then away again. With his right hand he

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