As for the girl struggling with the second woman—the one called “Martha”—she was not very well dressed. But she looked neat and clean, and she certainly was determined not to enter the automobile if she could help it. Jessie doubted, although she had at first thought it possible, if either of these women were related to the girl they seemed so determined to capture.
“What are they—road pirates? Kidnapers?” demanded Amy. “What?”
The two chums stopped by the machine. They really did not know what to do. Should they help the screaming girl? Or should they aid the fleshy woman? It might be that the girl had run away from perfectly good guardians. Only, to Jessie’s mind, there was something of the refinement that pertained to the girl lacking in the appearance of these two women. She was not favorably impressed by them.
“What is the matter with the girl?” she asked the woman in the car.
Although she said it politely, the woman flashed her a scowling glance and said:
“Mind your own business!”
“My!” gasped Amy at this, her eyes opening very wide.
Jessie was not at all reassured. She turned to the fleshy woman, and repeated her question:
“What is the matter with the girl?”
“She’s crazy, that’s what she is!” cried the woman. “She doesn’t know what is good for her.”