Honk! Honk! Honk! sounded an automobile horn behind her. There was a whirr of fast-moving wheels.
HONK!
Turning, Margery saw the car bearing down upon her at full speed.
“O-o-o-h!” screamed Margery. Picking up her skirts a trifle she fled down the road, while Jane stopped the car just behind her.
“I’m sorry you can’t move fast!” Jane called, teasingly.
Twice after that Crazy Jane forced Margery to quicken her lagging steps until at length poor Margery stepped aside, out of the road.
“Not another step for me, Jane McCarthy, unless you keep ahead of the whole party,” declared the persecuted Camp Girl.
“Get in and ride,” teased Jane.
“I—I believe I will,” faltered Margery, who was limping now.
“Margery!” exclaimed Harriet rebukingly, “if you ride, then you will have to drop out of the hike, and we’ll send you home.”