“Help me off with this coat,” he said as he worked one arm out.
“What for?” asked Willard, obeying while he questioned.
“It’s in the way. It’s too warm. That’s it. Steady! Now put it on.”
“But——” began Willard.
“Hurry up!” commanded Tom impatiently. “You’re losing time!”
Willard, protesting, struggled into it, the car leaped forward again and Willard staggered back into his seat.
“You’ll catch cold, Tom,” he said aggrievedly. “You’d no business doing that.”
“Shut up. I’m all right. Running this thing keeps you warm enough. How far did he say that barn was from the schoolhouse?”
“Four miles.”
They found it soon, a big white object that loomed ahead of them through the blackness.