"No, but there may be if we don't hustle," Allen said. "To the telegraph office as fast as you can make it, Percy boy."
"And let Allen drive, if you don't mind, old man," put in Grace's brother. "You must be tired, and we don't want to be ditched."
"Oh, all right, of course. If you're in a rush," agreed Percy, good-naturedly, and he found a warmer place in the hearts of those who had hitherto cared little for him.
"After all, Percy isn't such a bad sort," remarked Roy, as he walked with Grace and Mollie up the drive leading to Edgemere.
"He came in very useful to-day, at all events," Mollie agreed. "I think I shall teach him that new aeroplane whirl in the hesitation he is so anxious to learn."
"Oh, a dance!" acclaimed Grace. "I'm just dying for one."
"There won't be any—if we don't find Betty," said Mollie, seriously enough.
"Oh, we'll find them!" declared Roy.
"I hope Mrs. Nelson stays away until—well, until the scare is either over, or until we have something to go on, in case—in case they are lost," commented Grace.
Betty's mother had not returned home when the auto, driven at break-neck speed by Allen, swung down the road again.