The two cars came together with a fearful jolt.
The eyes of the young aviators aloft were fixed on the scene. They saw the large car strike the runabout and crumple its engine hood. Peggy gave a scream.
The ram, jolted out of its seat by the force of the collision, fell out to one side, allowing Jake to resume control of the wheel. But the runabout! It was ditched, its unfortunate occupant being pitched headlong into a ditch at the side of the road.
Down swept the aëroplanes, and there was a wild rush to the rescue. Peggy, Jess and Bess ran to the side of the injured occupant of the strange runabout. The boys divided themselves, attending to everything.
"Roy! Roy! hurry, she's unconscious!"
The cry came from Peggy as she rushed to the side of the young motorist.
Roy was not far off, and, at his sister's cry, he hastened to her side. Peggy had the girl's head in her lap.
"Get water!" she cried.
But Jimsy was already on hand with a collapsible aluminum cup full of water from a near by spring.
"Oh, the poor dear," sighed Peggy, "to think that our fun should have—"