A big, woolly ram leaped up from the midst of the flock, and
actually landed in the runaway automobile. The improvised hay
wagon was quickly steered to one side, just as Daisy's car, with
the horned beast at the wheel, plunged past.

The machine, in charge of the queer mechanician, plunged straight
ahead, and after a moment's hesitation on the part of their
drivers, the other cars were quickly sent after it.

The boys shouted lustily. As if the frightened and angry ram
cared for the harmony of a college quartet. Wasn't it ridiculous
to see the ram positively driving the car?

By some strange instinct the animal had raised its fore legs to
the rim of the steering wheel, standing upright on his hind ones,
which were jamming the brake and clutch pedals.

"Oh l" screamed the girls in a chorus. "There comes a runabout!
He'll collide with it!"

A runabout, coming in the opposite direction, and headed straight
for the ram, could be seen down the road. The driver was a girl,
that was evident, but she was so muffled in hood, veil and cloak
that her features were not discernible.

"Stop it!" screamed Gertrude. "She'll be killed."

The ram evidently saw the other car coming, and tried to leap out,
but its fore feet had gone through the spaces between the spokes
of the steering wheel. The girl in the runabout was sending her