Templeton nodded, reserving for the future his criticism that, in the circumstances, Eves might more properly have used a nautical term.  He checked the pace still further until nearly fifty yards separated him from the obstructive car.  Then, with his horn at full blast, he released the brake, and the yacht shot forward.  As he had expected, the car clung still more closely to the off side, leaving only the narrowest margin between the wheels and the rough edge of the turf. Suddenly, with a turn of the wheel that caused the yacht to lurch giddily, he switched on the engine and ran deftly into the open space on the near side.  A yell of delight broke from the Irishman.