At the foot of the hill, down which the automobile had gone rather fast,
a man stepped out from a fence beside the road and held up his hand.

"What does that mean?" asked Sue.

"It means to stop," said her father, as he slowed up the machine.

"What for?" Bunny inquired.

"Well, he may be a constable--that is a kind of a policeman," said Mr.
Brown. "He wants us to stop, thinking, maybe, that we were running too
fast. But I know we weren't."

"Will he 'rest us?" asked Sue. "If he does I'm going to hide Sallie
Malinda. I'm not going to have her locked up!"

"Nothing will happen," said Mr. Brown with a laugh. "I have run an
automobile long enough to know what to do."

Mr. Brown brought the big machine to a stop near the spot where the man
was standing with upraised hand.

"What's the matter?" asked Mr. Brown good-naturedly. "Were we going too
fast?"

"Oh, nopey!" exclaimed the man with a laugh. "I jest stopped you to see
what kind of a show you was givin'."

"What kind of show we are giving?" repeated Mr. Brown in surprise.