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.