But Annette laughed scornfully at him.
“Go with you? Not I! But,” she added in a breathless undertone, “for God's sake, get your ladies and the baby away. These people won't know who you are. Move quick!”
“Come with us, Annette!” implored Vic. “If you come, the rest will follow.”
“Go! Go!” cried Annette, pushing him. Already the crowd were tearing the fence to pieces with their hands, and rocks were beginning to fly.
Failing to move the girl, Vic sprang to the wheel again.
“I will get you away from this, anyway,” he said.
“But Annette!” cried Patricia. “We can't leave her!”
But Vic made no reply, and at his touch the machine leaped forward, and none too soon, for already men were crowding about the car on every side.
“We are well out of that!” said Vic coolly. “And now I will take you all home. Hello! They're messing up McGinnis's things a bit,” he added, as the sound of crashing glass came to their ears.
Through the quiet streets the car flew like a hunted thing, and in a very few minutes they were at the Rectory door.