Automatically, Toffee followed instructions. She grasped the wheel with both hands and pulled to the right. The car swerved, crashed over a flower bed and headed for the lawns. There, pawing turf like a reversed bull, it described a wide circle and started back for the drive.
Toffee waved elatedly to Marc over her shoulder. "Now I've got it!" she cried. "It's easy!" Apparently, she did not realize that she had learned to drive backwards, that there was another way of directing the mechanism.
Racing the car to the area in front of the garage, she whipped it around down the drive again. She looked up at Marc.
"Jump as I come past!" she yelled.
"Who is that?" Julie shrieked, finally recovering her voice. "Answer me! Marc Pillsworth, stay right where you are!"
"Jump!" Toffee yelled. "Now!"
Marc landed on the seat beside Toffee and felt himself borne, as if by the wind itself, down the drive.
The band swung into a booming arrangement of "Don't Give Up The Ship!" as, hind bumper first, they skidded into the street and sped away....
CHAPTER IV