"Brake up, Roger, there's a tree or a big limb ahead!"
Through the rain-covered shield the senator's son saw the obstruction. He set both the hand-brake and the foot-brake, and all heard the wheels and the chains scrape over the stones and dirt. But the car could not be stopped, and two seconds later crashed into the tree limb, a branch of which came up, striking the wind-shield and cracking it.
"Look out for that glass!" yelled Bert, in fresh alarm. "Don't get any in your eyes, Roger!"
The youth at the wheel did not reply. Dave, quick to act, seized a lap-robe that was handy and held it up in front of Roger, who did not dare to leave the wheel. Then came a jingle of glass, but the pieces fell at the feet of the boys in the front of the car. The automobile itself slid on another ten feet, dragging the tree limb with it.
"Say, that was a narrow escape!" muttered Phil, when the danger seemed over.
"We'll have to see how much damage has been done," declared Dave.
He crawled from the car and Roger followed. The other boys were also coming out in the storm, but the senator's son stopped them.
"No use in all of us getting wet," he said. "I don't think the damage amounts to much. A mud-guard is bent and the hood is scratched and the glass broken, but I guess that is all. But we'll have to get the limb from under the car before we can go ahead again," he added, after an inspection.
"Can't you leave it as it is and use it as a drag down the hill?" questioned Bert.
"I wouldn't do that," advised Dave. "It might hurt some of the machinery under the car. I think we can get it out somehow, Roger."