Hazel uttered a little scream.
"He's made it. Oh!" She sank to the ground pale and trembling. Margery
raised a very red, very scared face.
"Wa--as he killed?"
"No."
"Oh, fudge! Why didn't you scare me to death while you were----"
"Look Oh, look!"
"I won't," declared Margery firmly. "Go crazy if you wish. I won't."
"It's Tommy!"
Buster bobbed up in a fresh panic.
The "man" in the motor car was gazing up at the girls waving one hand to
them, steering the car with the other hand.
"It's a woman!" gasped Hazel.
"It's Crazy Jane," cried Margery. "No wonder she nearly ran down a train
of cars."
"Tommy! Oh, Tom-my!" screamed Hazel Holland, hopping about frantically,
waving both arms above her head, seeking to attract the attention of the
woman driver as well as that of Tommy.
The little white figure had climbed the bank into the highway and was now
fleeing down the road to meet her friend Miss Elting. Tommy did not see
the automobile approaching from the rear. A knoll and a bend in the road
hid the driver of the car and the little white figure from each other. The
noise of the train either drowned that of the automobile, or else, Grace
thought the rumble made by the car to be that made by the train that had
just passed down the valley.
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