"By Jove! That's a plucky chap!" exclaimed a stranger. "There!
He's lost his hold! He'll be run over!"
A young man, who had made a daring attempt to stop the runabout, was seen to be slipping beneath the wheels. But as the car sped on he pulled himself up to the seat. He grasped the wheel just in time to prevent the car from running up on the sidewalk, and an instant later he had shut off the power and applied the brakes.
"Why, it's Ed Foster!" exclaimed Cora as she came up beside the halted runabout. "Oh, Ed, are you hurt? I'm so glad you stopped Jack's car. There might have been a bad accident."
"Oh, I'm all right. I nearly slipped out, though. How did it happen?"
"I don't know. We were sitting on our piazza when we heard the cry, and I saw the car speeding away."
"Where's Jack?"
"I don't know that, either. I'm afraid he's hurt."
"The car doesn't seem to be damaged," remarked a man who had been nearly run down.
The crowd, rather disappointed, on the whole, that no accident had happened, turned away. Cora got in Jack's car beside Ed, who started the machine back. They were met half way to the Kimball home by Paul Hastings.
"Any damage done?" he called out as soon as he saw them. He appeared very anxious.