Once under way, the
road spun dustily backward under the purring car, and the wind in their
faces felt like the current of a stream.
"Oh," cried Isabel, rapturously; "isn't it lovely!"
"I'm almost afraid to go so fast, dear. If there should be another car
on this road, we might collide at some of these sharp turns."
"But there isn't. There's not another automobile in this sleepy little
town, except the Crosbys'. It isn't likely that they're out in theirs
now, on this road."
But, as it happened, they were. After some difficulties at the start,
Romeo had engineered "The Yellow Peril" out through a large break in the
fence. The twins wore their brown suits with tan leather trimmings, and,
as planned long ago, the back seat of the machine was partially filled
with raw meat of the sort most liked by Romeo's canine dependents.
Two yellow flags fluttered from the back of the driver's seat. One had
the initials "C. T." in black, on the other, in red, was "The Yellow
Peril." The name of the machine and the monogram were strikingly in
evidence on the doors and at the back, where a choice cut of roast beef,
uncooked, dangled temptingly by a strong cord.
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