“I bet he’s running away with Wonota!” cried Helen, and started to speed up after the other car.
Ruth laid a quick hand on her chum’s arm.
“Wait! Stop!” she cried. “See what a curiously acting thing that is he has got beside him? Is—It can’t be a girl, Helen!”
“It certainly isn’t a boy,” declared her friend, with exasperation. “He’ll get away from us. That is a fast car he is driving.”
“Wait!” exclaimed Ruth again, and as Helen brought her machine to an abrupt stop Aunt Alvirah was heard saying:
“Now, ain’t that reediculous? Ain’t it reediculous?”
“What is ridiculous?” asked Helen, looking back with a smile at the little old woman while Ruth opened the door and leaped out to the side of the road nearest the river.
“Why, where are your eyes, Helen Cameron?” demanded Aunt Alvirah. “There’s that scarecrow now. That feller is a-running away with it!”
Helen flashed another look along the road. The figure beside Bilby on the seat had been set upright again. Now the girl saw that it was nothing but a figure. It was no girl at all!
“What under the sun, Ruth—”