The Motor Girls in the Mountains; or, The Gypsy Girl's Secret Read online

  CHAPTER IV THE STERNER SEX

  "Talking of the boys----" began Bess.

  "Out of the fullness of the heart the mouth speaketh," drawled hersister.

  Bess flushed.

  "You think of them just as much as I do, Belle Robinson, and perhapsmore!" she countered. "But what I was going to say when I was so rudelyinterrupted was to wonder when they were ever going to catch up with us."

  "Jack said they'd surely overtake us before night," replied Cora. "Walterand he were all ready, but Paul had had some things to wind up for hisfirm before he started in on his vacation. He had telegraphed, though,that he would be in Chelton before noon, and Jack said he'd show us justhow fast that car of his could travel. He's awfully proud of that car,but between us, girls, I don't think he has anything on this car of minein the matter of speed," and she patted the wheel affectionately.

  "Let's hope they don't get arrested for speeding," said Belle.

  "Or run over any babies," put in Bess, with a lively recollection of thethrilling episode of the afternoon.

  "I guess there's no danger of that," said Cora. "Jack's keen on speed,but he's a careful driver for all that. I tell you what we'll do, girls.You keep a sharp lookout in the rear, for they may come into sight at anyminute now, and the minute you see them coming you let me know. Then I'lllet out a little and we'll try to tease them by keeping just far enoughahead of them to drive them crazy."

  "That'll be dandy!" said Belle eagerly. "It'll do them good to take someof the conceit out of them. I suppose they think we've been pining tohave them with us."

  "Well, haven't you?" asked Bess mischievously.

  "No, I haven't," declared Belle, but in a tone that somehow failed tocarry conviction.

  "That looks like their car now!" cried Bess excitedly, as she caught aglimpse of an automobile that had just swung around a curve in the roadabout half a mile in the rear.

  Belle craned her neck in the same direction.

  "I guess it is," she confirmed. "I can make out three people in it, butthey're too far away to see their faces."

  "We'll let them get a little nearer so we can make sure," said Cora,settling herself in her seat and taking a tighter grasp on the wheel,"and then we'll let them take our dust and see how they like it."

  Belle knelt upon the seat to get a better view.

  "Sister Anne, Sister Anne, do you see a man?" chanted Bess.

  "Three of them," replied Belle, "and they're coming like all possessed.I'm almost sure it's Jack that's driving. There, one of them has takenout a handkerchief and is waving it!"

  "It's them," pronounced Belle a moment later, forgetting her grammar inher excitement, and scrambling back into her seat again. "Now, Cora, it'sup to you to show them what the Motor Girls can do."

  "See that your hats are on tight, girls," laughed Cora. "We're going tostir up some little breeze."

  They had a long stretch of road in front of them at the time, with nohouse or vehicle in sight. The conditions could not have been better fora race, and Cora increased her speed gradually until the car was goinglike the wind.

  The car behind had taken up the challenge at once and was also comingalong at a tremendous rate. But Belle, venturing sundry peeks behind,announced gleefully that it was not gaining an inch.

  "But that isn't enough," Cora flung back. "We want to make them actuallydrop farther behind. When we've once done that I'll be satisfied. Thenwe'll slow up and let them catch up to us."

  Two minutes later, Belle clapped her hands in delight.

  "We've done it! We've done it!" she cried. "They're a quarter of a milefarther back than they were when we started in."

  "Oh, how we'll rub it into them!" gurgled Bess.

  "Well, enough is as good as a feast," laughed Cora, in greatsatisfaction. "Now we'll give the lords of creation a chance to explainhow they came to let mere girls run away from them."

  "It will take some explanation," remarked Belle.

  "They're great little explainers, though," said Bess. "They'd rather diethan admit we had the faster car."

  Cora gradually slackened speed until the car, while still runningswiftly, had reached a more reasonable rate. Belle's glances behind toldher that their pursuers were overtaking them by leaps and bounds.

  A moment later there was a wild chorus of shouts, and Jack's car drew upalongside. His two friends, Walter Pennington and Paul Hastings, werewith him, both tall, athletic young fellows, with frank, pleasant faces.

  The girls looked up with well simulated surprise, and pleasure that wasnot at all simulated.

  "Why, it's the boys!" they cried in chorus.

  Both cars had by this time come to a full stop, and the masculinecontingent, deserting theirs, came round to the girls' car to greet themand to shake hands. Jack went further and gave his sister a hearty kiss,a proceeding which brought a look of envy to the faces of his companions.

  "Where in the world have you slowpokes been?" asked Belle.

  "Not much of a compliment, keeping away from us so long," pouted Bess ina way to show a most bewitching dimple.

  "I guess they've been glad enough to be rid of us for a while," chimed inCora.

  Looks full of reproach and denial greeted this onslaught.

  "That's pretty good!" remarked Paul.

  "Rich!" assented Walter.

  "Just as if we hadn't been breaking speed laws all day long in order toovertake you," mourned Jack.

  "What's the use of living when you're so misunderstood?" groaned Walter.

  "After all the ice-creams and sodas we've blown in on these girls, too!"wailed Paul.

  "Let's find a hole somewhere and crawl away and die," suggested Jack.

  "It seems to me that the shoe's on the other foot anyway," said Walter,becoming accuser in his turn. "It's you who didn't want us. Who was itjust now that was trying to run away from us?"

  "Run away from you?" repeated Cora innocently. "What do you mean bythat?"

  "You know perfectly well, you little minx," said her brother with mocksternness. "There we were, waving handkerchiefs at you and hustling theold machine along to beat the band. I know you saw us, for one of you waslooking back."

  "I did see some one waving a handkerchief," admitted Belle. "But itlooked as though some ill-bred person was trying to flirt with us, and ofcourse we didn't pay the least attention."

  "No," said Bess primly, "we'd die before we'd flirt."

  "If we'd wanted to flirt we had a perfectly good chance to-day while wewere eating lunch," said Cora. "He had a perfectly lovely necktie, too, agood deal brighter than any of yours."

  Jack threw up his hands with a gesture of despair.

  "No use, fellows!" he exclaimed. "You can't pin them down to anything."

  "But what did you have to wave your handkerchief for anyway to make usstop?" asked Cora demurely. "All you had to do was to put on more speedand catch up to us. That car of yours is so fast, you know. At leastthat's what you've always said."

  The boys looked at each other a little disconcertedly.

  "W-well," stammered Jack, "the oil--the sparking wasn't working justright----"

  "Tell the truth, Jack," spoke up Walter, with a fine assumption ofcandor. "The real reason, girls, was that we were afraid of bumping intoyou----"

  "And we didn't want to spill you all over the road," finished Paul.

  A groan went up from the girls.

  "Oh, Ananias!" exclaimed Bess.

  "Ananiases, you mean," corrected her sister. "One's just as bad as theothers. They all hang together."

  "We're like Ben Franklin when he signed the Declaration of Independence,"laughed Paul. "He said they'd all have to hang together or they'd hangseparately."

  "I'll admit that you have a good car, sis," said Jack.

  "And if that isn't enough to take us back into favor, we'll do anythingelse you say," said Walter, wringing his hands in pretended agitation.

  "We'll put on sackcloth
and ashes, jump through a hoop, roll over andplay dead," chimed in Paul. "No one has anything on us when it comes tohumility."

  "It almost affects me to tears," said Belle, pretending to reach for herhandkerchief.

  "They say cruel and unusual punishments are prohibited by theConstitution," laughed Cora, "so we won't deprive you of the refininginfluence of our society. Heaven knows you need it badly enough. We'lllet you trail along with us if you'll promise to be very, very good."

  "We will," promised Jack.

  "There's one thing yet that needs to be explained, fellows," remarkedWalter, as they climbed into their automobile. "What about that fellowwith the iridescent necktie? I feel the demon of jealousy gnawing at myvitals."

  "Come, girls, 'fess up," admonished Jack.

  "He was just charming," said Cora promptly.

  "Perfectly lovely," agreed Belle.

  "Such soulful eyes!" exclaimed Bess languishingly.

  "That I should ever have lived to hear this!" groaned Walter.

  "I guess our cake is dough," said Paul.

  "Eftsoon and gadzooks!" cried Jack, striking an attitude, "lead me tohim, and sooth it shall go hard with me if my trusty sword drink not thecaitiff's blood."

  "I guess you don't need to go as far as that," laughed Cora. "Leave himalone and the police will take care of him."

  "A-ha, a criminal!" cried Walter.

  "That only makes him the more romantic," declared Paul.

  "It doesn't help our case one bit," said Jack. "Haven't you heard of howwomen will deck a murderer's cell with flowers?"

  "I don't think he'd have the nerve to be a murderer," remarked Belle."His specialty is stealing purses."

  And while the boys listened intently and threw in occasional indignantexclamations, the girls told of the young man's attempt to scrapeacquaintance, and of how later he had almost succeeded in gettingpossession of Cora's purse.

  "The cur!" growled Jack. "I wish I'd happened along when he was trying toget fresh!"

  "You helped me out just the same, even if you weren't there," repliedCora. "You ought to have seen how he made tracks for his buggy when Isaid my brother would be along shortly."

  "You see," said Jack, throwing out his chest, "how the terror of my namehas preceded me."

  "It's comforting anyway," chimed in Walter. "It proves that we men aregood for something."

  "And that the girls ought to have us with them all the time as trustyknights and vassals," added Paul.

  "You're too ready to jump to conclusions," rebuked Cora. "But now we'dbetter be hurrying along. It's getting towards dark, and we'll have allwe can do to get to Aunt Margaret's in time for dinner."

  "Dinner!" exclaimed Jack. "Where have I heard that word before? Lead meto it!"

  "Do you think you can keep up with us in that car?" asked Cora wickedly."If not, I'll give you a tow."

  "Listen to her rubbing it in!" moaned Paul.

  "It wasn't enough to beat us," complained Walter.

  "I guess that fellow was right," remarked Jack, "who said that Indiansand women were alike. They both scalp the dead."