“They’re getting winded,” shouted Crazy Jane triumphantly.
“Please go back now,” begged Harriet “You have frightened them enough. They never will trouble us again.”
“Not till I get the wretches on a run down the road. I’ve not finished with them yet.”
“They have nearly finished themselves,” answered Harriet. She was no longer apprehensive that Jane would injure the men intentionally, though Harriet feared that one of them might stumble and be crushed underneath the car. Still her pulses were beating high, the color in her cheeks had mounted to her forehead. She was entering into the spirit of the wild chase almost with the enthusiasm of Crazy Jane herself.
The voices of their companions in the camp no longer reached them. The two girls were too far away to hear now, even had the car not been making such a din.
The two men were making for the roadside fence, a board structure, which in the haze of the damp night, the girls did not see. They had forgotten that the fence was there.
All at once the men reached the fence. Grasping the top board they flung themselves over, landing heavily on the ground on the other side.
“Look out!” cried Harriet warningly.
“Hold fast!” yelled Jane.
Crash!