Whi-z-z-z-z-z-z! It was wild, exciting—dangerous!
"Roy," gasped Peggy, "if——"
But she got no further. There was a sudden soul-shaking shock. The front of the car seemed to plough into the ground. A rending, splitting noise filled the air.
The car stopped short, and its boy and girl occupants were hurtled, like projectiles, into the storm center of disaster.
CHAPTER XVII.
JIMSY'S SUSPICIONS ARE ROUSED.
Peggy, after a moment in which the entire world seemed spinning about her crazily, sat up. She had landed in a ditch, and partially against a clump of springy bushes, which had broken the force of her fall. In fact, she presently realized, that by one of those miraculous happenings that no one can explain, she was unhurt.
The automobile, its hood crushed in like so much paper, had skidded into the same ditch in which Peggy lay, and bumped into a small tree which it had snapped clean off. But the obstacle had stopped it.