It was a dreadful thing to do. Choking and sputtering, the ruffian
dropped his revolver and raised both fists to his tortured eyes.
"I'll get you for this!" he cried between great sneezes that
threatened to tear him apart. "You just wait----"
But Betty refused to wait. As soon as the fellow had dropped his
weapon she had started the engine, and now she guided the car past the
stuttering robber and raced off down the road.
Mollie, who had only half understood what was going on but who had
caught enough of it to be considerably alarmed did not stop to ask
questions, but sped off down the road after Betty.
It was half a dozen miles farther on that Betty finally slowed the car
and waited for Mollie and the others to catch up with her. Grace, who
had been gradually recovering from her fright, had not yet recovered
enough to ask any questions. She had been too much concerned in
putting miles between them and the scene of their adventure.
As Mollie came up alongside, Betty drew her first free breath.
Of course Mollie and Amy and Mrs.
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