This caused some confusion, as the motorists were trying to get out in the clear road, while the wagons were blocking the way.
Then, just as the Whirlwind was about to pass the second wagon, the driver halted his horse and stepped down directly in her path. He waved for Cora to stop.
"Don't!" called Miss Robbins, and Cora shot by, followed closely by
Bess, who turned on more gas.
The gypsy wagons had all stopped in the middle of the road.
The automobiles were now safely out of the wanderers' reach.
"That was the time a chaperon counted," said Cora, "for I had not the slightest fear of stopping. I thought he might just want to ask some ordinary question."
"You are too brave," said Miss Robbins. "It is not particularly interesting to stop on a road like this to talk to gypsies when our boys are out of reach."
"We must speed up and reach them," said Cora. "I might meet more gypsies."
Belle was thoroughly frightened. Hazel did not know what to make of the occurrence, but to Cora and to Bess, who had so lately learned something of queer gypsy ways, the matter looked more serious, now that there was time to think of it.
"There they are!" shouted Bess, as she espied the two runabouts stopped at the roadside.