"We forgot the chocolate and tobacco for the boys. Wait for me, Mollie."

But Mollie, who had already brought the car to a standstill with a jerk
and a grinding of brakes, leapt out after her, and the two flew up the
steps, taking two at a time, and into the house.

Left behind, Amy and Grace looked at each other.

"I wish I could move like that," sighed the latter. "Those two get things
done while I'm just beginning to think about it."

"And here they come back again," marveled Amy.

"Yes we have, and it's just about time, too," panted Betty, as they
scrambled into the machine. "The boys are coming from the main gate now,
and we'll have to make things hum if we want to get there before them."

"As Frank would remark," agreed Mollie: "'You said it!' This is going to
be the race of a lifetime,"

"But Mollie," said Amy, gripping both hands tight in her lap as the car
swerved sharply and executed a magnificent skid on two wheels, "you know
it won't do either the boys or us any good if we get killed on the way. Do
be--"

"Amy Blackford," cried Mollie in an ominous tone of voice, "if you say
that word to me again I will run into a tree or something just for spite!"

Amy gave a plaintive little moan, and her two hands gripped tighter in her
lap.