"I don't know how long it will take
us, though."
"You had better tell Roy what you are going to do," Grace suggested. "We
don't want any collisions."
Frank obediently thrust out his head, only to jerk it back quickly the
next instant with a startled exclamation. "They are gone!" he said.
"Gone!" the others cried together.
"But they couldn't have gone far," Mrs. Irving added.
"Probably they have motored back to the crossroads to wait for us,"
Allen suggested. "When they saw the blockade they knew there was just
one thing to do and they did it."
"Well, they might at least have told us where they were going," Frank
grumbled. "They should have known Mrs. Irving would be worried."
"They probably thought they'd decamp before the mud got so bad," said
Betty. "Just the same, they should have told us."
"You are right," Mrs. Irving agreed. "However, the only thing to do now
is to follow them as quickly as possible."
For answer, Frank threw in the clutch, and the big machine very slowly
and painfully plowed its way through the clinging mud of the road and
turned its face toward the crossroads and, in all probability, Mollie's
runaway car.
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