"Oh!" gasped Hazel, as Cora swerved around a sharp bend, "I don't fancy this sort of riding."
"But we have to get to a large town before night. It's all right. The roads are so clear."
On they flew. Only the shrieking of Jack's siren and the groaning of the deep horn on Walter's car gave messages to the girls.
Several miles were covered in silence, and then they came to a signboard. It told that the main road was closed, and that they must take to a side road—a highway that was fairly good, but much more lonely.
"I suppose we'll get back to the main road before a great while," said
Cora.
"I hope so," returned Bess. "This looks dreadfully lonely, doesn't it?"
"Don't think about it," came from her sister.
On they went, the way becoming wilder each instant. Yet the road itself was fairly smooth, so that it was not necessary to slacken the speed of the cars.
"Something really smells hot," said Hazel. "Could anything ignite?"
"Not exactly," replied Cora, "but we don't want to get too hot. It makes trouble."