“Oh, Marty,” wailed Gloria. “They’re going! Listen!”
The car was chugging. Surely they were turning back.
Terror seized Gloria Doane! Would they have to die there!
“Give me the candle,” she shrieked.
“What y’u gonna do?”
“Get to that window!”
“You can’t!”
“I must. I’ll climb the beams!”
“You might fall in!”
“I won’t. Oh, Marty! There, put the candle right in the middle of that board.”