Arthur B. Reeve,
The Treasure-Train — III. The Soul-analysis
(1917)
“ We had been going along nicely when, "Bang!" came a loud report back of us."Confound it!" muttered Kennedy; "a blowout always when you least expect it."We climbed out of the car and had the shoe off in short order."Look!" cried Janet Cranston, in a frightened voice, from the back of the car.The light of the phonometer had flashed up. A car was following us."There's just one chance!" cried Kennedy, springing to the wheel. "We might make it on the rim."Banging and pounding, we forged ahead, straining our eyes to watch the road, the distance, the time, and the phonometer all at once. ”
