"Turn off the power! It
must be stopped!"
"By Jove! That's a plucky chap!" exclaimed a stranger. "There!
He's lost his hold! He'll be run over!"
A young man, who had made a daring attempt to stop the runabout, was
seen to be slipping beneath the wheels. But as the car sped on he
pulled himself up to the seat. He grasped the wheel just in time to
prevent the car from running up on the sidewalk, and an instant
later he had shut off the, power and applied the brakes.
"Why, it's Ed Foster!" exclaimed Cora as she came up beside the
halted runabout. "Oh, Ed, are you hurt? I'm, so glad you stopped
Jack's car. There might have been a bad accident."
"Oh, I'm all right. I nearly slipped out, though. How did it
happen?"
"I don't know. We were sitting on our piazza when we heard the cry,
and I saw the car speeding away."
"Where's Jack?"
"I don't know that, either. I'm afraid he's hurt."
"The car doesn't seem to be damaged," remarked a man who had been
nearly run down.
The crowd, rather disappointed, on the whole, that no accident had
happened, turned away. Cora got in Jack's car beside Ed, who started
the machine back. They were met half way to the Kimball home by Paul
Hastings.
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