“Oh, stop it! I shall be killed! Stop it, please do!” Behind the runaway machine could be perceived a crowd of townsfolk shouting incoherently. The auto, instead of decreasing its rate of progress, appeared every minute to be gaining in speed. She was gripping the steering wheel, and seemed to be striving desperately to check the onrush of the machine. On the driver’s seat was a white-faced young girl, a cloud of fair hair streaming out about her frightened countenance. Then, suddenly, into the field of vision there swept, with astonishing rapidity, a startling sight.Ī large automobile was coming toward them at a rapid rate. “Yes, I’ll be with you in a – Hullo, what’s happening?”įrom farther up the street, at one end of which lay the glistening sheet of water known as Hampton Inlet, there came excited shouts. “And Jack Curtiss’s hopes of a fortune with it,” added Merritt. “Not a thing is up or down, either,” rejoined Rob, with a laugh “it looks as if things had stopped happening in Hampton ever since that schooner was blown up.” Merritt Crawford stopped on his way past the Hampton post-office, and hailed Rob Blake, the leader of the Eagle Patrol, of which Merritt was corporal.
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