"Sid," cried Ida, "they'll collide with us! Do something! Do it
quick!"
He stood up and tried to take Ida's hands from the wheel again, but
she seemed to have lost her head. The big car was still careening
toward them, though the brakes were slowing it up. Then Ida, with a
flash of instinct, did the only thing possible. Instead of putting
on brakes and trying to stop, she pressed the accelerator pedal, and
the little car shot forward at a momentarily increased speed.
Between them Ida and Sid managed to steer it into a ditch, and
brought up with a crash against a fence, splintering the rails. Ida,
with more force than she thought she possessed, jammed on the
brakes, and the Streak, with a groan and a jar, came to a stop.
Then there came a jolt, a ripping sound, and Cora's big, four-
cylindered machine banged into the Streak, for, in spite of all Cora
and Walter could do, the Whirlwind could not be stopped in time.
But, fortunately, the damage to the large car was not great, for as
she saw that a collision was inevitable, Cora had quickly shifted
the wheel, and but a glancing blow had been struck. A mud guard was
torn from the Whirlwind. Only Cora's plucky driving, and her
emergency stop, had prevented a worse accident.
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