“Hollywood, of course. Everybody in!”
But Curt laid a restraining hand on the director.
“The road ahead curves back directly into the path of the flame. If we swing around this promontory, we’ll be cut off ahead and before we can get back the flames will be over this section of the road. We can only go back.”
“Then back to the ranch we go,” decided the director, and again he called, “Everybody in!”
Members of the company jammed their way into the bus and Curt took the wheel for the driver was too exhausted to handle the heavy vehicle.
The smoke was thick now and the first flames were licking their way over the crest of the ridge far above them.
With the motor roaring heavily, Curt threw in the gears and swung the big vehicle about in a sharp circle. Then, with the headlights vainly trying to bore through the almost stifling smoke, they raced back down the road.
It was dangerous going, for Curt’s vision was cut down to less than three rods, but speed was essential now and they plunged through the smoky night at a reckless pace.