"But that's an alfalfa field," Mr. Marley protested. "The cows will ruin it, won't they?"
"If the cows stay here much longer they'll be ruined," replied Mr. Williamson. "The choice is not a wide one."
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Fred and Artie hurried to let down the bars as Mr. Williamson directed, and then, not without some shouting and a wild rush after an obstinate beast or two, the cows were driven into the field and the bars replaced.
Some of the automobilists did not wait for the last cow to get out of the road before they started off, anxious to make up for the lost time. The Larue and Williamson cars were the last to leave, and, to the surprise of the children, Mr. Williamson drove ahead while Mr. Larue turned around and went back in the direction from which they had just come.
"I don't believe even the Riddle Club can solve that," said Mr. Williamson teasingly, as six pairs of eyes stared at him in amazement.
"Where are they going?" Margy asked. "Back home?"