It was one glorious summer day when Cora had taken the whole party out for a spin. In her auto were Eline and Nancy, the others distributing themselves in the various cars as suited their fancy.
Several times, as they motored along the roads, they were passed, or passed themselves, a low, rakish motor car, of a dull dust color. Two men were in it, and once or twice they favored the occupants of Cora’s car with rather bold stares.
“I wonder who they can be?” asked Eline.
“Well, if they keep up this monkey business much longer I’ll find out,” declared Jack.
“Go easy, please,” suggested his sister.
The only incident, or, rather, accident that marred the trip, was when Cora’s car suffered a puncture. It was on the run home.
“You go on,” she called to the others. “I can fix it.”
“No, I’ll do it,” offered Jack. Perhaps the presence of Nancy in the car induced him to linger, together with Ed, who rode with him.
“All right,” assented Cora, not sorry to be relieved of the task.
As Jack was struggling with the tire irons, the rubber shoe being a most obstinate one, the low racing car that had several times passed them, again hove in sight. Cora was helping Jack, and Eline and Nancy had strolled down the road to gather a few wild flowers.