Mrs. Fabian was out with Mrs. Ashby, so the girls met no one who would question them, when they were ready to leave. Ruth and Dodo called at the Fabians and they all went to the large garage where Mr. Dalken kept his automobiles; and the man, having had instructions to give the car to these young friends of the owner, whenever they wanted it, said nothing but backed the car out to the street for them. The five girls drove away in high spirits, for they were eager to harvest all the marvelous antiques they had ever read or heard of, that might be scattered throughout the country-sides wherever General Washington had made a camp for his army. Dodo was an excellent driver but she had no New York license, and the girls had forgotten all about that necessity. So the car was speeding along the boulevarde at about twenty-five miles an hour, when a traffic policeman in Yonkers held up his hand to stop the northward-bound travelers. Dodo had just turned her head momentarily to send a quizzical look at Polly who sat in the back seat, and so failed to see the raised hand. The car therefore ran across the street and at the same time, a low-built racer shot along the right of way and the two noses rammed each other, although both drivers used the emergency brakes. The girls screamed with fright at the unexpected shock and the dreadful jolt they received when the cars collided. And two young college students cursed politely and scowled fearfully at the "crazy girl-drivers" who never knew which way they were going. But the poor cars suffered the most from this conflict. Headlights were smashed, fenders and mud guards were so dented in as to look pitiful, while the front wheels of both cars were interlocked in such a way that they could not be separated. This cause held up all traffic on both streets and annoyed the officer so that he threatened a wholesale arrest. He asked the names of both drivers. The young man gave his as "John Baxter, New York." His license number was taken, and he was asked for his permit. He showed it without hesitation, and the girls gazed at each other in dismay. They had forgotten about such a need! The officer came over to Dodo's side. "What's your name?" "Dodo Alexander," stammered she, forgetting her full name. "Humph! Baptized that name?" "Yes--no, oh NO. I never was baptized, I reckon." "Humph--a heathen, I see!" snarled the policeman. "Well, where do you live, or where'd you hail from?" Eleanor had been grinning at the officer's reply, and now she could not withstand the temptation to answer: "From the Cannibal Isles." The crowd standing about the two cars, laughed--all but the policeman. He scowled at Eleanor and said: "Be careful, young lady, or I'll take you along for contempt of court." "But you are not arresting _me_, and this is not Court," argued Eleanor. "Oh, goodness me! Is he going to arrest me?" cried Dodo. "If you don't answer my questions promptly, I'll arrest you," returned the officer, severely.