"What shall we do now?" asked Treasure helplessly.
"I am going to sit right here until father comes and finds us. Oh, Treasure, you'd better drive it off to the side of the road—and—"
"Who—me? Not on your life. I won't touch it. It is bewitched."
"Somebody will run into it then. Let's push it."
Treasure had serious objections even to that form of locomotion, for she felt in her inmost soul that the only way to keep that red demon stopped was never to give it a start. But as Zee was insistent, she finally consented to get behind and give a grudging push. Due, however, to the fact that it was still in gear, and the brakes were set, they could not budge it. So they went off to the side of the road where it could not fall on them if anybody did run into it and waited.
After a time a car came along, passed by, slowed up and stopped. The driver leaned over the door of his car and asked pleasantly:
"Are you in trouble, girls? Can I help you?"
"Oh, no, thank you, we are waiting for father," said Zee primly.