This one had not done so. No sooner had Hazel observed this than
she caught sight of something else, something that set her nerves all a
tingle. A huge cloud of dust was rolling down the highway near the
railroad tracks. That this cloud was not caused by the train was plain to
the watching girl. Soon she was able to make out the outlines of an
automobile in the cloud of dust. The train was but a short distance away.
Each was making for the crossing, where the highway and railroad tracks
met. Hazel did not believe the driver of the motor car was aware that the
train was so close, even if the driver knew of its presence at all, for no
train was due to pass through Meadow-Brook at that hour.
The color suddenly left Hazel Holland's face.
"Quick! Quick! Look!" she gasped.
"It's too hot to keep bobbing up and down," returned Margery
indifferently.
"But look! Look!"
"Tell me about it, Hazel, dear. You do not have to get up to see. I do."
"Oh? Buster, there's going to be a collision."
"Eh? What?" Buster was on her feet instantly.
"The train is going to hit the automobile!"
Margery's face paled. Her breath came more quickly. Her eyes grew large
and wondering. The power of speech seemed suddenly to have left her. They
had forgotten all about Grace Thompson in the greater interest of the
moment.
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