"Here, Wallace! This turn!"
The driver obeyed.
Doris set rude hands upon Lana and shook her. "There's nothing sensible you can do if you do get in!"
"Perhaps not! But my father is there; he has asked me to help and I'm going to explain to him how I did my best. Doris, I must tell him, so that he won't get into worse danger by waiting and depending on that idiot of a sheriff."
"You are the idiot!"
"I may be. But I'm going in there!'
"Coventry, you are sitting like a prune glacé! Help me to prevail on this girl to use some common sense!"
"You'll help me very much if you'll do some prevailing with your sister, Coventry," affirmed Miss Corson, resentfully, trying to unclasp the chaperon's vigorous hands.
"After what has been happening, I don't think Lana needs any more shaking, Dorrie," the brother remonstrated. "Everything having been well shaken, it's time to do a little taking. Won't you take some advice, Lana?"
"If it's advice about going home and deserting my father I'll not take it."