“At the rate you’re speeding, Jo,” Florence remarked finally, “we’ll be in town before we realize it.”
Jo Ann laughed. “Speeding in Jitters? Impossible. That old car in front of us isn’t built for speeding, either. It’s been keeping ahead at about the same distance for the last hour.”
“So I’ve noticed,” said Peggy. “It must be of the same year’s vintage as Jitters.”
“If she is, Jitters can beat her. I’m going to step on it and see if I can’t gain on her.” With that Jo Ann stepped on the gas, and soon their car was lessening the distance between it and the car ahead.
As they drew closer Jo Ann suddenly uttered an excited little cry.
“What’s the matter?” queried Florence and Peggy together.
“That’s the smugglers’ car!”
“You’re crazy, Jo!” ejaculated Peggy derisively.
“It can’t be!” Florence cried.
“But it is! I’m positive it is.”