CHAPTER TWO
Burton Chadwick was a good driver, and Highway 30 was a good road, but he was slightly more tense behind the wheel now than on all the other occasions which required him to drive in the mountains.
For one thing, although he was familiar and at ease with the smooth control of the big Mercury Marquis station wagon, this was the first time he had demanded so much of it. The mobile home behind the hitch was quite large and offered considerable air resistance. His mountain driving had been confined to sports cars or town sedans with no additional loads attached.
But even though he concentrated more than usual on the road and the traffic, he had time for other thoughts. Especially when he had to pull off the road on one of the turnouts to let swifter traffic pass. As an old rac
