Thus, on the seat of the car, swaying, and clutching at each
other, crouched the two sore-wounded brethren; while Lad ravened
about the vehicle, springing upward now and, again in futile
effort to clear the top of the closed door.
Far down the road shone the lights of an approaching motor. Eitel
dropped into the driving seat and set the runabout into motion.
Once more, the dread of pursuit and of capture and of prison
danced hideously before his frightened mental vision.
Barely missing the crying baby, as the runabout jerked forward,
he made a fruitless attempt to run down the raging collie. Then
he addressed himself to the business of getting himself and his
brother as far out of the way as possible, before the oncoming
car should reach the scene of strife.
As a matter of fact, the other car never reached this spot. Its
occupants were two youths and two damsels, in search of a
sequestered space of road where they might halt for a brief but
delectable "petting party," on their way to a dance in the
village. They found such a space, about a furlong on the thither
side of the curve where the runabout had stopped.
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