“Head them off nothing!” exploded Jane. “Rather will I take their heads off, the miserable rascals.”
“Jane, Jane! You mustn’t run them down. You simply must not. You might kill them. Please, please don’t try to do that, dear!” begged Harriet.
“All right, darlin’. But you’re making me lose a lot of fun. I don’t get an opportunity like this every day in the week. They deserve all I can give them.”
“You mustn’t harm a human being, no matter how bad he is. There, they have turned toward the road.”
“I won’t hurt them,” promised Jane. “I’ll just scare them a little.”
“Oh!” cried Harriet as the car rose on two wheels, nearly turning over. “Do be careful!”
“Don’t be afraid. As long as I’ve got two wheels on the ground I’m all right. Now if I had only one wheel on the old sod you might worry, but you wouldn’t worry for long. See ’em go. They know I’ve got them now!”
Just then the men plunged headlong into a ditch that extended all the way across the field. The girls had not discovered it until that moment. Jane checked her car just in time to prevent it also from going into the ditch.
“There’s a bridge to the right,” Harriet informed her, then was sorry she had made the suggestion. Crazy Jane charged the bridge at full speed. All four wheels seemed to strike the planking at the same instant.
Jane turned sharply. They were now chasing the two men obliquely across the field. The men were lagging.