Harriet asked the guardian if there
were not great danger of its being struck by lightning.
Before Miss Elting could answer, the honk honk, honk of a motor car was
heard nearing the camp.
Among the tall spruce trees they made out an automobile, that had left the
log road and was being recklessly driven through the forest toward the
camp. It did not seem possible that the driver of the car could pursue
such a perilous course without wrecking the automobile which was going far
more rapidly than safety warranted. There would be a brief hesitation as
the front tires came in contact with a log, then the car would go over it
with a bump and a bounce, and a triumphant honk, honk!
"Who can it be, Harriet?" cried Margery, who with Hazel had strolled out
to meet Harriet and her guardian friend.
Just then the car lurched into the camp. The driver put on more speed, the
car circled about the camp a couple of times, then came to a halt in front
of the row of tents. There were a man and a young woman in the car. The
young woman jumped out and seeing Grace Thompson stared at her for a
moment then throwing up her hands, uttered an Indian war whoop that
brought out from their tents all those who had not been aroused by the
honk of the motor car.
"It's Crazy Jane," cried Harriet.
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