“Hush!” remonstrated Florence, in irritation. It was bad enough to be in such a plight without being taunted about it.
“Then you will accept our help?” asked McDaniel seriously. “You might as well let us do something as to allow strangers.”
“No,” replied Marjorie, firmly; “because we’re going to help ourselves!”
The men opened their eyes wide in astonishment.
“But how?” demanded Cryton, incredulously.
“I would prefer to have you people drive on first,” said Marjorie, coldly, instead of answering the young man’s question. “I wouldn’t want it even to look as if you were helping us.”
“Certainly,” answered McDaniel, who seemed to be the more courteous of the two.
Marjorie resumed her seat in the car and said nothing more until the red racer was out of sight. Then she explained her plan briefly.
“Do you see that broken fence over there?” she asked. “I mean to take two of those rails, put them under the back wheels, and start the engine. If everything works as I think, we’ll be out of here in less than five minutes.”
Without any further delay the girls obtained their rails, all of them remaining out of the car until the experiment was over. Marjorie took her seat at the wheel and started the engine. To the supreme delight of all the scouts the car gave a mighty lurch and started forward! Two minutes later it reached the solid ground.