“I’ll learn her!” rasped out the driver of the car.
“Don’t!” shouted the girl. “Don’t let them take me back there——”
Just then the fleshy woman got behind her. She clutched the girl’s shoulders and drove her harshly toward the car with her whole weight behind the writhing girl. The other woman jumped out of the car, seized the girl by one arm, and together the women fairly threw their captive into the tonneau of the car, where she fell on her hands and knees.
“There, spiteful!” gasped the lean woman. “I’ll show you!”
She hopped back behind the steering wheel. The fleshly woman climbed into the tonneau and held the still shrieking girl. The car started with a dash, the door of the tonneau flapping.
“Oh! This isn’t right!” gasped Jessie.
“They are running away with her, Jess,” murmured Amy. “Isn’t it exciting?”
“It’s mean!” declared her chum with conviction. “How dare they?”
“Why, to look at her, I think that skinny woman would dare anything,” remarked Amy. “And—haven’t—you seen her before?”
“Never! She doesn’t live around here. And that car is strange.”