I came into a village and I saw a policeman standing outside the post office and reading something carefully. He looked up at the car, w{#blank#}1{#/blank#}into the road, and held up a hand to stop me,

    I a{#blank#}2{#/blank#}stopped, but then I realized that the policeman had been reading about me. I supposed the police at the hotel had worked quickly, and called all the local villages. I drove faster, the policeman jumped out of my way, and I was soon out of the village.

    I left the main road as soon as possible and tried a smaller one. It was not easy without a map, and I realized that I had been so s{#blank#}3{#/blank#}to steal the car. It would help the police to find me in any corner of Scotland. If I left it, and went off on foot, they would find me in an hour or two.

    I was very hungry. I had eaten n{#blank#}4{#/blank#}since morning. And now, as I drove, I heard a noise in the sky, and there was a plane. I drove as fast as I could down into another town. Suddenly, a car appeared in front of me from a s{#blank#}5{#/blank#}road. There was no time to stop. I did the only thing possible and drove off the road into a fence, hoping to hit something soft beyond. But I was out of good l{#blank#}6{#/blank#}. The car went through the fence like a knife through butter, and immediately began to fall. I jumped out and was caught by the branch of a tree, while the car disappeared into a river fifteen metres below.

    A hand helped me out of the tree, and a frightened voice asked me if I was badly hurt. The speaker was a young man who was very sorry. I was more p{#blank#}7{#/blank#} than angry, it was a good way for the car to disappear.