The Motor Girls by Margaret Penrose
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He even seemed to be shouting to them.
Cora braced both feet against the brake pedal. She took a firmer grasp of the wheel. The seams of her new gloves were starting from the strain. There was a desperate look on her face. "Oh, we'll be killed! We'll be killed!" screamed Isabel. "We can't get across in time!" She leaned over, and fell into her sister's arms, while Cora, with a keen glance to either side, stiffened in her seat. There was a bare chance of safety. CHAPTER III A SUDDEN ACQUAINTANCE Despite the tense moment of anxiety, the almost certainty that the auto would crash into the train, Cora's quick eye had seen something that she hoped would enable her to avert the accident. She knew that she could not stop the machine in time, by any means at her command. There was but one other thing to do. That was to steer to one side. |
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