"You can attend to your case, and get Clip," said Cora with a mischievous smile, "and I will attend to the boys." "Oh, my!" exclaimed Duncan. "You are ready and willing to make the 'round up.' Well," and the car gave an unexpected bump that almost threw Cora over into her companion's arms, "I would like first rate to have them all come to Breakwater, and our fellows would count it the best part of their vacation to have an auto run of that kind. If we find everything all right out in Chelton we will call a special meeting of the motor girls, the girls being you, and the motor boys being me, and then we will come to the quickest decision on record." Cora was arranging her goggles and veil. The speed of the car was playing sad havoc with her costume, and she was not too independent to want to look well when she got into her home-town. "Look out, Tom!" called Duncan to his man. "Here is about where they enforce the speed laws, isn't it?" "We have to take chances," replied the man, "if we expect to cover the ground." "Mercy!" exclaimed Cora. "Please do not take any chances with speed laws. I have a perfect horror of that sort of thing." "What's she doing?" asked the doctor. "Only twenty miles, sir," replied the chauffeur, "and they allow us fifteen." "Couldn't we just as well conform to the regulation speed?" asked Cora anxiously. It was rather unusual for her to show such timidity. "Leave it to Tom," replied the young doctor. "Chauffeurs are like house-maids--they must not be interfered with." Up to this time Cora had really not noticed the speed. Her conversation with Duncan had been altogether engrossing. But now she began to appreciate the situation, and this precluded all other considerations, even the thoughts of Chelton. Duncan Bennet had no sister, and, consequently, was not versed in the art of "fidgets." He only knew the ailment when it took definite form. But Cora was getting it--in fact, she now felt positively nervous. How that machine did go! The speed delighted Duncan. Tom was like an eagle bending over his prey--he urged the car on with such determination. Once or twice Cora felt bound to exclaim, but Duncan only shook his head. It was going, that was all he seemed to care for. Near the station they were obliged to slow up some to look for trains. As they did so Cora saw another car dash by, and in she recognized the man now known to her as Mr. Reed, Rob Roland's cousin. She made no remark to Duncan; he seemed so occupied with his own thoughts. But when, after a few minutes, the same car passed them again, having made a circuit on a crossroad, and the same man stared at Cora as if to make sure it was she, she felt a queer uneasiness. This time the other car shot ahead at such a wild pace that even Duncan's machine was not speeding compared with that.