Templeton got into the driver’s seat, the other two men into the seats behind.  The car was started on petrol, and ran at a moderate pace over the half-mile of narrow road that led to the main street of the little town.  Dodging the market traffic, Templeton steered the car out at the further end, and as soon as he was clear of the town slowed down and gave the word to hoist the sails. These bellied out in the brisk following wind; the strange vehicle gathered way; and, looking over his shoulder with a smile of gratification, Templeton said: