For one awful second the motor car and engine of the special were swallowed up in a cloud of dust, then out of the cloud darted the locomotive on one side. On the other dashed the automobile, still on four wheels, continuing at the same reckless speed along the highway.
Hazel uttered a little scream.
"He's made it. Oh!" She sank to the ground pale and trembling. Margery raised a very red, very scared face.
"Wa—as he killed?"
"No."
"Oh, fudge! Why didn't you scare me to death while you were——"
"Look Oh, look!"
"I won't," declared Margery firmly. "Go crazy if you wish. I won't."
"It's Tommy!"
Buster bobbed up in a fresh panic.