“I think you’re all wrong,” said Lily. “I’ve noticed before, when driving at night, that if you’re looking for a road it always seems farther away.”
“Lily’s right,” agreed Marjorie. “Of course we came out lots faster than we are going back; we could see the ruts then and avoid them. Don’t you think so, Captain?”
“Very likely,” answered Mrs. Remington. “I do think we’re on the right road, and we’ll reach the highway if we only keep on going.”
“I see a light ahead!” announced Ethel, who was sitting in front with Florence.
“So do I!” said Lily. “Two lights!”
“That’s an approaching car!”
“At least we can ask for directions,” declared the ever-ready Marjorie. “Pull over to the right, Flos, and stop when they get to us.”
They could see by the bobbing of the lights that the other car was approaching at a pretty rapid pace, regardless of road. In another moment it was upon them, but showed no signs of turning out.
“Now!” cried Marjorie; and Florence swung the car sharply to the side of the road and applied the brakes.
“Just in time to avoid a collision,” growled Lily. “Where do they think they are driving like that—”