However, danger was ahead. A moment later Janet cried and pointed to a wagon going down the hill in front of them. It was a wagon piled to the top with bean poles, and as the road was narrow and the wagon was wide there was hardly room for Mr. Martin to pass. And yet, tug as he did at the brakes, he could not stop the car.
“Pull over! Pull to one side and I’ll go past you!” he called to the driver of the wagon.
“I can’t!” was the answer. “There isn’t room. Hold your auto back until I can get to a wider place!”
Again Mr. Martin pulled at the brake, but still the car rolled on.
“Oh, we’re going to bunk!” murmured Janet.
“Good land ob massy!” cried Lucy, as she clutched Trouble to her. “Oh, mah gracious goodness!”
CHAPTER X
IN THE WOODS
Mr. Martin heard the murmurs of those in the automobile with him, and he knew that they might become much frightened.
Truly there was danger of a collision with the load of poles, as there was not room to pass on the narrow road. And, so far, he had not been able to stop his car. But it was going slowly, for, though the brakes did not hold it completely, they held it somewhat.
“If we bump we won’t bump very hard,” said Ted to his sister.