“Thus far,” replied Bess, clutching the wheel with nervous energy, and slightly retarding the spark.
Suddenly the Whirlwind stopped—but only for an instant, for directly the big four-cylinder car began to back down the steep grade, while Bess and Belle shouted in terror for Cora to turn into the gutter!
Not knowing how deep and dangerous this gutter was, Cora directed the runaway machine well into the side, vainly trying to make the brakes hold.
The next moment there was a crash!
The Whirlwind, with Cora in the car, was ditched—turned over on its side!
Bess tooted the horn of the Flyaway frantically!
Then she was able to bring her car to a standstill, and run to Cora’s assistance.
[CHAPTER VI—CORA’S QUEER PLIGHT]
Springing to the back of one of the big field horses, Farmer Stevens responded to the frantic summons of the auto horn, and started with the pair up the hill to the assistance of Cora, and the righting of her car, that almost swung between the narrow ledge of land, and the great gulf of mountainous space that lay just beneath the banked up highway.
“Oh, I am so afraid that Cora is hurt,” wailed Belle. “We can’t see her, and she must have been tossed over into the tonneau of the car.”