“I don’t want to make too much fuss if it was Jack and Walter,” Cora objected. “Let’s take a look ourselves first.”
The girls hurried down the road, all their drowsiness gone now. They were rather alarmed in spite of the cool way in which Cora took it.
“It’s dreadfully warm walking,” complained Bess. “I shall have to have more cream after this is over.”
“You can go back and wait for us,” suggested Cora, “if you’re too——”
“Don’t dare say I’m too stout to keep on the trail!” cried Bess. “I’ll never give up!”
They were almost at the turn when the honking of an automobile horn warned them of the approach of a car.
“There they come back!” cried Belle, in relieved tones.
But a moment later, as a machine swung into view around the curve, the girls saw that it was not Cora’s.
“But it’s Jack and Walter!” cried the former’s sister. “Wait! Stop!” she begged. “Jack—Wally—we’re in trouble! Did you take our car?”
“Take your car?” repeated Jack, bringing his machine to a stop with a screeching of brakes. “What’s the joke?”