Without another word Cora turned her car down a slight slope that led to the sandy beach. It was a perilous road, rather too steep to negotiate in a heavy car, but Cora had seen that it was encumbered with sand that would act as a brake.
“Where are you going?” gasped Eline, gripping the sides of the seat until her hands ached.
“Down to rescue that girl!” explained Cora, pressing her lips tightly together. She was under a nervous tension, and she needed all her wits about her.
“But in the car–the water—” faltered Eline.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to run my car into the bay. There’s a boat on shore–a rowboat–this was the quickest way to get down to it. Can you row?”
“Yes, Cora, but—”
“You may have to!”
The auto plunged down the steep, sandy slope to the beach. The others in the motoring party had brought their machines to a stop, and were gazing in wonderment at Cora.
“What are you going to do?” cried Jack. “Come back! We’ll get her, Cora!”
But Cora paid no attention. She had reached the beach, and quickly shut off the power.