that isn't Jack! And Walter Pennington is with him!"

"What's up?" called Jack, leaping from the car and running across
the meadow, after a quick climb over the fence.

"A great deal is up," said Cora.

"Well--Ed Foster! Where in the world did you come from?" Jack added
as he saw the young man about to alight from Cora's car.

"From the ditch," was Ed's laughing answer, as he looked down at his
splattered garments. "I just got but in time to--"

"Never mind--shake!" interrupted Jack, extending his hand. "When I
was a youngster, and our big Newfoundland dog came out With the
stick from the pond--"

"Now! now!" cautioned Ed. "I may be big, and I may have just
crawled from the pond, but I deny the stick."

"I'm sure we would have been here forever if Mr. Foster hadn't--"
began Cora.

"Been here first," interrupted Jack. "That's all very well, sis.
But I told you so! A brand-new, spick-and-span car like this! And to
run it into a muddy ditch!"

"Indeed!" exclaimed Elizabeth. "We were almost killed! Cora just
saved our lives!"