“Perhaps the young lady and the boy better get off on the upper side. We’ll try to pass you, but your team may not like the situation.” Phil smiled. “It may cause trouble, but we will be as careful as we can.”
“Well, boss,” said the man, “you sure are good boys. My team—well, I don’t know what they might have done if I’d tried to pass you on the outside.”
He turned back to the couple on the hay. “Say, Danny, you slide off and then help Nan down. Be keerful! Remember she’s your sister, and if she gets a fall you’ll have to settle with me later.”
Danny, a straw-hatted, barefooted lad with a freckled face and dangling legs, managed to slide himself down against the bluff and also managed to assist the girl in following him to a spot where they could uneasily await further developments.
“Better not start your car until I git by,” remarked the farmer, while Phil, still holding the bridles, aided the loaded wagon to slip by the red monster, now quiet enough on the dangerous side of the road. Once their backs were towards the machine the team quieted down quickly enough.
“Let me help you down, miss,” said Phil, who never forgot his manners, springing back towards the young couple climbing down to the roadway.
Danny, like many brothers, having scrambled down unaided, went to his father’s aid, though aid was now unnecessary. Phil soon helped Nan down, the weight of her plump young body convincing him that she must be several years older than Dan.
“I’m mightily obliged, sir,” she lisped, with an upward glance at the boy as he landed her squarely on her feet, not bare like her brother’s but clad in fairly dainty footwear. “I don’t know what we’d ’a’ done but for you.”
“Pshaw, that’s nothing! I’m sure glad we were on hand, Miss—” He hesitated. “Is there anything more we can do?”
Nothing, apparently; but before starting the car again, Paul called out: