"
The rain was falling in torrents now, and before Cora could get the
Whirlwind wholly within the shelter, and while yet the Flyaway was
entirely out; the girls received quite a wetting. A moment later
they were out of the storm in the barn, had stopped their cars, and
shut off the engines.
"Suppose the owner doesn't like it?" suggested Belle.
"Well, we're in, anyway," declared Cora, "and I guess they won't put
us out. But we must be careful. Don't let any gasolene or oil drip
out. But I guess it won't, as both the cars are new."
No one but themselves seemed to be in the barn, which was odorous
with new-mown hay, great mows of it being on either side of the
broad floor on which the autos stood.
"There are some men coming," announced Bess, looking out through the
big doors into a mist of rain.
"The haymakers," announced Cora. "They were getting in the crop,
but the rain didn't let them finish. See how they're running."
"What shall we do when they come in?" inquired Belle, anxiety
depicted on her face.
"Why, nothing, I should say," replied Cora. "There is plenty of
room for them and us, I'm sure, even if our cars are rather large.
We won't eat the men, and I hope they won't eat us.
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