“You’re just guessing,” retorted Peggy. “You can’t tell from here.”
“I’m going to pass that car, and you look hard, Florence, and see if those men aren’t the smugglers and if it isn’t piled full of pottery.”
“Oh, don’t, Jo,” begged Peggy, now beginning to be afraid that Jo Ann might be right. “Don’t try to pass it.”
CHAPTER XIX
AN EXCITING RACE
With a warning honk of her horn Jo Ann sped up and started to pass the other car.
Almost simultaneously one of the men turned and stared incredulously, then shouted out a sharp order. The next instant the other man swerved his car dangerously toward them, trying to force them off into a deep ditch.
“Oh, step on it!” cried Peggy. “Step on it!”
“They’re trying to hit us!” shrieked Florence.
Somewhere from the back of Jo Ann’s mind came the command, “Keep your head!”
Automatically her nerves and muscles obeyed. She turned her car sharply and swiftly out toward the ditch as close as she dared, giving it all the gas that it would take.