The car struck the fence with a mighty crash accompanied by the sound of splintering woodwork. The headlights went out, and Jane brought her car to a stop in the midst of the wreck at the roadside.
CHAPTER VIII—CAUGHT IN A MORASS
“Well, here we are,” announced Crazy Jane calmly.
“Oh, see those fellows run!” cried Harriet, gaspingly. “There they go!” she cried, in almost hysterical amusement, after she had picked herself up from the bottom of the car, where the collision had hurled her.
“I’ve a good notion to send the car straight through the fence, and chase that pair of skulkers out of the state!” Jane McCarthy proposed vindictively.
“Don’t you try to do it,” protested Harriet, now sobered by the realization of how reckless her companion might easily become. “Jane, some day you’ll really hit some one—that would be awful!”
“But I didn’t half frighten that pair of rascals,” returned Jane.
“If the men weren’t frightened, then they’ll never know fear,” insisted Harriet Burrell. “How badly is the car damaged?”
“A blow on the nose, but the nose is not even out of joint,” Jane answered coolly.
“Then let us get back to Miss Elting. How she’ll scold!”