"Oh, oh, _oh_!" screamed Grace, pressing her hands tightly before her
eyes. "We're going to be killed, I know it!"
There was a shock, a sound like tearing cloth, the big machine plowed
half its length through the big haystack and--stopped!
"Frank, I'm getting smothered; won't you dig me out?" It was Betty's
voice, plaintive and half hysterical.
Will and Frank shook the hay from their own eyes and then went to the
rescue of the girls. Then they stared at each other. Gradually the look
of utter bewilderment faded from their faces and a smile flashed from
one to the other like a ray of sunshine.
Then suddenly Mollie laughed. "Oh, you look so funny!" she gasped. "Just
when I thought we were all going to be killed----"
"You get disappointed," Frank finished with a rueful smile. "Just the
same, it's lucky for us that big haystack was just exactly where it is,"
he added. "When I hit the rock I sure thought we were all goners."
"Oh, don't," begged Grace, then added, with a shame-faced little smile,
"I'm sorry I made such a fuss--I always am ashamed of myself when the
danger is over.
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