"Oh, I can't look at it," cried Margery, throwing herself on the ground
and burying her face in her arms.

Hazel stood perfectly rigid. She scarcely breathed. Her eyes were wide and
staring.

"Ha--as it hap-p-pened?" faltered Margery.

"No-o-o. Oh! The driver is going to be killed! Oh, oh!"

For one awful second the motor car and engine of the special were
swallowed up in a cloud of dust, then out of the cloud darted the
locomotive on one side. On the other dashed the automobile, still on four
wheels, continuing at the same reckless speed along the highway.

Hazel uttered a little scream.

"He's made it. Oh!" She sank to the ground pale and trembling. Margery
raised a very red, very scared face.

"Wa--as he killed?"

"No."

"Oh, fudge! Why didn't you scare me to death while you were----"

"Look Oh, look!"

"I won't," declared Margery firmly. "Go crazy if you wish. I won't."