"Help!" Toffee cried, running forward. "Give us a lift!" She started toward the car, but was suddenly stopped by Floramae.
"Don't get in that car, honey!" she cried. "It's spillin' over with snakes!"
But just at this moment Dalmer came bounding out of the car.
"Now, Floramae...!"
"Git away from me, Dalmer," Floramae growled, "or I'll kick you in the stomach!"
She started off rapidly down the road with Dalmer following plaintively in her wake. In the next moment the pair had disappeared into the night, and Marc and Toffee were alone with the car.
"Come on," Toffee said. "You drive." Then she glanced back toward the lane from which they had just come. Headlights stabbed around the bend and started toward them. "Hurry!" She got in the car. Marc followed after, started the car, and maneouvered it onto the road.
"Can't you make it go any faster?" Toffee asked. She looked around. "They'll be here in a minute!"
Marc pressed the gas pedal to the floor. The car coughed daintily and continued at a steady speed of twenty five.
"For the love of heaven!" he cried. "That's its limit!"