condensed master

Will Bonner
himself and the Mercedes, which would soon be hot on his tail. His motor was
powerful, and he knew every inch of the way back down the mountain, but a
glance in his rear vision mirror made him jump with anxiety.
The Mercedes was following about a hundred yards behind. Damn! He
pushed harder on the accelerator and his driving got more reckless by the
second. If only he could be picked up by the police! That was wishful thinking
and he knew it. They were never around when you really needed them.
The two cars raced down the narrow mountain road. There was no way
the Mercedes could overtake, he was no doubt waiting for Will to skid off the
road or breakdown. The steep downward spiral changed into the undulations
of the foothills and the surface to tarmac, which began to widen out. Red
banks of clay on either side of the road flashed by as the cars screamed
through the cuttings.
It was a nightmare trying to keep tabs on the Mercedes through the rear
vision mirror and at the same time keep from steering off the road. Every
manoeuvre needed split second timing. The Mercedes was suddenly looming
large in the rear mirror and Will moved to the centre of the road to stop it from
overtaking but he didn't expect it to appear on his inside.
Looking through the passenger window he found himself staring directly
into the face of Dan's accomplice. He was smiling and getting ready to wrench
the steering wheel over and crash the cars, there was only one way to go and
Will didn't hesitate. Steering his car off the road and up the steep bank, he
found himself speeding through the bush, six foot high tee trees and saplings
were hitting the front of the vehicle and then snapping and crunching as they
passed underneath.
The car was proceeding at a crazy angle. If I stop it will probably roll over!
It only lasted seconds before a three foot diameter tree appeared in his path.
He could take no evasive action as the vehicle ploughed into it, the hood and
fender wrapping themselves around into a perfect semi-circle. Small tree
branches rained down on to the steel top like hail, and Will sat waiting for it to
stop. His whole body felt numb and stiff, it was a miracle the windshield had
not shattered, not even a crack. He looked in the mirror. There was no blood
and he could move his legs, but his left hand was refusing to loosen it's grip on
the steering wheel, so he physically pried the fingers loose.
Pushing open the door he fell out on to the ground which was littered with
dead branches that had fallen from the tree. From the prone position he looked
back along the track that the vehicle had beaten through the bush.
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