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A
few
seconds
later
he
was
obliged
to
notice
that
Karl
wasstill
running
him
neck
-
and
-
neck
.
He
sat
up
a
little
,
gave
us
anamused
glance
,
and
stepped
on
the
accelerator
.
Still
Karl
didnot
yield
.
Little
and
fleet
as
a
terrier
running
beside
a
bloodhound
,
he
still
held
his
place
alongside
the
gleaming
locomotiveof
nickel
and
varnish
.
The
man
gripped
the
wheel
more
firmly
.
He
was
stillcompletely
unsuspecting
,
and
gave
us
a
scornful
look
.
He
haddecided
,
evidently
,
to
show
us
what
his
sleigh
could
do
.
Hestepped
so
hard
on
the
accelerator
that
the
exhaust
roaredagain
.
But
it
was
no
good
.
He
could
not
get
by
.
Unsightly
andill
-
favoured
,
Karl
stuck
to
him
still
.
The
man
stared
down
at
us
in
astonishment
.
He
couldnot
believe
his
eyes
—
at
a
speed
of
over
sixty
miles
an
hour
notto
have
shaken
off
this
antiquated
rattletrap
!
He
glanced
athis
speedometer
in
bewilderment
—
there
must
be
somethingwrong
with
the
thing
.
He
opened
her
out
.
The
two
cars
were
now
racing
side
by
side
along
thestraight
road
.
After
a
few
hundred
yards
a
lorry
came
clatteringup
from
the
opposite
direction
.
The
Buick
had
to
dropback
behind
us
to
let
it
pass
.
No
sooner
was
he
"
alongsideagain
than
a
motor
-
hearse
swept
into
view
,
wreath
-
ribbonstrailing
in
the
wind
;
once
again
he
had
to
give
way
.
Thereafterthe
course
lay
open
.
In
the
meantime
the
man
at
the
wheel
had
lost
his
arrogance
;
annoyed
,
lips
compressed
,
he
sat
there
leaning
forward
—
theracing
fever
had
got
him
and
now
his
whole
life
dependedon
not
being
outdone
by
our
little
mongrel
.
We
,
on
the
other
hand
,
sat
apparently
unmoved
in
ourseats
.
For
us
the
Buick
simply
did
not
exist
.
Köster
kept
hiseyes
calmly
fixed
on
the
road
;
Lenz
,
though
a
bundle
of
excitement
,
took
out
a
newspaper
as
if
be
had
nothing
better
to
dothan
just
read
.
A
few
minutes
later
Köster
gave
us
a
wink
.
ImperceptiblyKarl
slackened
speed
and
the
Buick
came
slowly
up
.
Its
broadgleaming
mudguards
urged
past
us
.
The
exhaust
sent
a
blastof
blue
smoke
into
our
faces
.
Little
by
little
he
gained
onus
—
twenty
yards
—
then
,
as
we
had
expected
,
red
and
perspiringbut
happy
,
the
face
of
the
owner
showed
in
the
windowand
grinned
open
triumph
.
He
thought
he
had
won
.
But
he
could
not
leave
it
at
that
;
he
could
not
forgo
his
revenge
.
He
waved
us
on
—
waved
nonchalantly
,
like
a
victor
.
"
Otto
,
"
said
Lenz
warningly
.
But
he
had
no
need
to
speak
;
at
that
moment
Karl
madeone
bound
.
The
compressor
shrieked
.
And
suddenly
the
wavinghand
at
the
window
disappeared
—
for
Karl
had
acceptedthe
invitation
;
he
came
.
He
came
steadily
,
until
at
last
we
hadrecovered
the
lost
ground
;
then
for
the
first
time
we
took
notice
of
the
stranger
.
In
innocent
inquiry
we
looked
to
theman
at
the
wheel
,
as
if
to
ask
why
he
had
signalled
.
But
hekept
his
eyes
rigidly
turned
away
;
and
Karl
,
the
triumphantguttersnipe
,
stiff
with
dirt
,
flapping
mudguards
,
drew
away
attop
speed
.
