Noakes had risen in the car, and was bawling in the ear of the chauffeur. The yacht had drawn level with the car’s wind screen before Templeton’s manoeuvre was appreciated. Now, attempting to counter it, the chauffeur, under Noakes’s vehement prompting, edged towards the left with the object of forcing the lighter-built yacht into the ditch which on this side parted the roadway from the moor. Perceiving the danger, Eves, with the capacity for rising to the occasion which had distinguished him in former enterprises with his friend, instantly eased the mainsheet: the boom swung out, and came into sharp contact, first with Noakes’s head, then with the wind screen, which it shivered to fragments. The chauffeur, who had glanced round, ducked his head and in his flurry gave way for a moment. That moment was long enough. Eves hauled in the sheet, and the yacht, under the dual impulse of engine and wind, shot forward and in a few seconds was clear. [Illustration: "THE BOOM SWUNG OUT, AND CAME INTO SHARP CONTACT, FIRST WITH NOAKES’S HEAD, THEN WITH THE WIND SCREEN."] "Hurroosh!" yelled the Irishman, standing with difficulty erect in the swaying vehicle and looking back along the road. "Noakes, if that’s the name of him, is after shaking his fist on us. I wouldn’t say but he’s cursing mighty fine, but sure I can’t hear him for the noise of the creature. Saunders and the driver-man might be having a shindy by the looks of it. His head might be sore on him, and he’ll not deserve it,—the man, I mean: I wouldn’t be wasting a word of pity on Saunders if so be it was him." Meanwhile, Templeton, knowing that his petrol would barely last out, had slowed down. "Tell me if they draw up with us," he called over his shoulder. "I will, begor," said the Irishman. "She’s after doing that same now, and smoking like a tug on the Liffey." "He’s driving her hard," added Eves. "That’s all right," said Templeton. "It’s my turn now." A bend in the road brought the wind only a few points on the port bow, and Templeton, sparing his petrol, allowed the yacht to lose way. The green car, hooting angrily, and leaving a huge trail of smoke, rattled on at a great pace, and moment by moment lessened the distance between it and the yacht. But Eves and Templeton between them, by their dexterous handling of steering wheel and sail, succeeded where the others had failed. The road was effectively blocked; short of running the yacht down, with the risk of heavy casualties on both sides, as Eves remarked, Noakes and his friend had no means of preventing their Irish competitor from maintaining his lead and coming first to the winning post.