Zee, panic-stricken at the collision, lost her wits completely, and couldn't remember how to stop it--but kept jamming desperately on the gas feeder, harder and harder, swinging along the road, swaying from side to side, while Treasure, with one long cry of agony slid into the bottom of the car and clasped her hands over her ears. The car dashed madly on, and between bursts Zee pulled everything in sight and pushed everything she could find--but that car was a demon--it went over hills and through ditches like a thing possessed. It swung around wagons, and ran down a flock of chickens, and--oh, kindly Providence, which watches over straying preacher bodies--of its own free will, though guided, of course, by a friendly predestination--the car went slower, and slower, with a funny choking powerless sound quite unlike its natural brisk chug, and presently Zee's scattered wits returned to her. She turned the key, and the car stopped. Treasure, sobbing pitifully, untangled herself from the gears, and stumbled out of the car. "I--drove--it," quivered Zee, and she opened the door and stepped out--falling limply on the ground. Treasure, forgetting her own plight, ran to Zee's assistance. "Nothing at all's the matter," stammered Zee, smiling pluckily. "Just wobbly, that's all--can't stand on myself." So Treasure sat down beside her in the road, and they had a heart-restoring cry in each other's tender arms, the dust of the road mingling with their bitter tears and leaving tell-tale tracks upon their sorry faces. Zee recovered first. "Crazy old thing," she said with a vicious little kick at the bent fender. "I always said Doris should have chosen the cow." "What shall we do now?" asked Treasure helplessly. "I am going to sit right here until father comes and finds us. Oh, Treasure, you'd better drive it off to the side of the road--and--" "Who--me? Not on your life. I won't touch it. It is bewitched." "Somebody will run into it then. Let's push it." Treasure had serious objections even to that form of locomotion, for she felt in her inmost soul that the only way to keep that red demon stopped was never to give it a start. But as Zee was insistent, she finally consented to get behind and give a grudging push. Due, however, to the fact that it was still in gear, and the brakes were set, they could not budge it. So they went off to the side of the road where it could not fall on them if anybody did run into it and waited. After a time a car came along, passed by, slowed up and stopped. The driver leaned over the door of his car and asked pleasantly: "Are you in trouble, girls? Can I help you?" "Oh, no, thank you, we are waiting for father," said Zee primly. The driver regarded them curiously. "Don't you think you'd better pull off to the side of the road a little? Pretty narrow passing there." The girls looked at the road in surprise. "Why, so it is. Isn't that too bad?" "Can you drive off to the side?"