As slowly as I dared, I strolled to the off-side door. Adèle's and my eyes met. "When you hear me say, 'Look'," I said. With the faintest smile, 'Pierrette' stared through the wind-screen.... I returned to the rear of the car. The way we were using was narrow, but fifty paces away in the direction of Argelès was a track which left our road to lead to a farm. For this spot the driver was making. There he would be able to turn with the acme of ease. His two companions were standing close to Berry. As luck would have it, the latter was standing with his back to our car, perhaps a foot from the tail-lamp. Not one of the three, I fancy, had any idea that our engine was running. I addressed the mechanics in French. "I have been talking with _Madame_, and, tired as she is, she agrees that it will be best if we follow you to Lourdes. Please don't go too fast when you get to the town, or we shall lose our way." As they assured me of their service, I turned to Berry, as though to translate what I had said. "There are two steps to the dickey. The lower one is two paces to your right and one to your rear. It is not meant for a seat, but it will do. Throw your arm round the spare wheels and sit tight." Berry shrugged his shoulders. A glance up the road showed me the other car being turned into the track. I crossed to the near side of Pong and stooped as though to examine the exhaust. The two mechanics were watching me.... With the tail of my eye I saw Berry glance behind him, sink down upon the step, drop his head miserably into the crook of his arm, and set that arm upon the spare wheels. Suddenly I straightened my back, glanced past the two warders, and flung out a pointing arm. "_Look!_" I shouted, and stepped on to the running-board. As I spoke, Adèle let in the clutch.... It was really too easy. By the time our two friends had decided to turn and inquire what had excited my remark, we were ten paces away and gathering speed... Of course they ran after us, yelling like men possessed. That was but human. Then they recovered their wits and raced for their car. I cried to Berry to sit tight, and opened the door.... "Is he on?" said Adèle, as I took my seat by her side. I nodded. "As soon as we're far enough on, we must take him inside. He ought to be safe enough, but I'll bet he's blessing his petticoats. As for you, sweetheart, I don't know which is the finer--your nerve or your wit." A cool hand stole into mine. Then-- "But we're not there yet," said Adèle. This was unhappily true. Pong was the faster car, and Adèle was already going the deuce of a pace. But there was traffic to come, and two level crossings lay between us and Lourdes.