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An old boneshaker of a car was tearing along the Chicago-Cleveland highway at an incredible speed. It raced along between the trees like a bright red rubber ball. A plane had discovered this sensational vehicle and was following it; the discoverer, who was cruising just above the treetops, seemed to have a film camera on board. The red car overtook every "Packard" or "Rolls-Royce" it saw and smashed into a streamroller with great force reducing it to a cloud of dust which was scattered by the four winds. The car then took on the

thundering Pennsylvania Express, whose speed of 150 km it was able to match. Every station received a warning about the red car, whose enormous speed gave rise to fear and terror. But it was unstoppable: every barrier was shattered. Heavens! Were Frank and Florian in a hurry; they believed that somebody had laid a table for them somewhere and they did not want to be late for the meal. They were heading for "home", where they were sure there would be enough to eat for the two of them. They had left Cleveland behind them. Franklin, Goshen, Williamsport disappeared into clouds of dust. Then came Jersey. As morning dawned - eight hours after our friends' departure from Chicago - the top storeys of New York's skyscrapers came into sight. Frank held his course for Atlantic City; he wanted to avoid the busy streets of the capital, knowing that they would delay him. Morrishow's large strand promenade lay like a smooth snake ahead of the car as it thundered along. Frank braked suddenly outside one of the most splendid hotels on the waterfront causing the bonnet of the car to rise up, as it were, on its hind legs. The brakes held firm, but the impact was so violent that the upright car skidded fifty metres on its back wheels across the smooth surface of the wide promenade, and, still upright, hopped down a flight of steep stone steps to fall down like a cat on all fours into the soft sand at the bottom among colourful strand sunshades. That was an unheard of exploit. The blasé inhabitants of this luxurious world sat up and took notice. Frank and Florian had shot on a bit further, but only in order to get at the still steaming remains of a very recently abandoned sumptuous breakfast which had been served out of doors as a picnic on a round Japanese lacquered tray. At long last they had found their meal, which was why they had been in such a rush.

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