"Runaway! Look out for the runaway!" the girls heard several persons shout.
"It's a horse running `away," declared Belle. "Let's stay where it's safe—up here."
But Cora had started down the path, and Bess followed her.
"It's a runaway motor—a car!" exclaimed Cora as she caught sight of something flashing through the trees. It was a runabout, dashing along the avenue without a hand to guide it, and as it gathered speed it swerved from side to side.
"Why, it's Jack's car!" cried Cora as the auto flashed past her.
"Can he be hurt? Where is he? 'Oh, Jack!"
She started to run, leaving Bess on the path.
"I must stop it!" thought Cora. "It may run into a person or a team and kill some one."
Before she thought of the uselessness of her act she found herself running down the street, along with a shouting crowd of men and boys. As if she could catch up to an auto!
She hardly knew what she was doing.
"Oh, can't some one stop it?" she cried. "Turn off the power! It must be stopped!"