"And I don't blame you for not wanting to try it at
night, Mollie. I don't much like the idea myself."
"I believe if we hurry that we can get there before dusk," said Mrs.
Irving confidently, though it might have been noticed that she kept
her eyes rather anxiously on the fast sinking sun.
At last, after what seemed an eternity to the impatient girls, the new
tire had replaced the old one, the old one was safely strapped on the
back of the car, the tools were put away, and they were ready to start
once more.
"Give her plenty of gas this time, Betty," Mollie sung after her as
the Little Captain climbed into her car. If we can manage to get to
the woods before dark we will be doing good work. Let her go."
With which advice she settled herself behind the wheel of her own car
and they were off once more.
Betty did "give her plenty of gas," the result being that they
succeeded in reaching the wagon road that led into the woods to the
lodge just on the edge of dusk.
However, when they started along the road they were dismayed to find
that what was only dusk outside on the road became almost dark in
here, and Betty had all she could do to keep to the road at all.
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