"It is the oddest thing," agreed Betty, bathing the stranger's face and
wrists.
"Are you sure we didn't hit her with the auto?" asked Mollie,
tremblingly.
"I am almost sure you did not," spoke Betty, positively. "As she started
to fall you steered out. She just toppled to the ground. See, there is
not a mark of dust on her dress, as there would be if the tires had
struck her."
"Yes, but perhaps the mud guard, or----"
"But her dress isn't torn or much disarranged. No, Mollie, the auto
never struck her, of that I'm sure. But possibly she fell on her head,
and the blow and shock stunned her. Oh, we must get her to a doctor!
"Come, girls," went on Betty, "we can lift her into the auto, I'm sure,
and take her to the nearest house. Then we'll go for a physician."
"Try to arouse her, first," suggested Mollie. "I can't bear to see
her--this way."
Betty used more water, and succeeded in getting some between the pale
lips of the girl, but to no purpose. She was limp and half senseless,
though she continued to moan and talk incoherently. Then the four girls
picked her up and carried her toward the stalled automobile.
CHAPTER III
STRANGELY MISSING
"Wait a minute," directed Betty, as she and her chums advanced, carrying
the unconscious girl. "We'll have to put her down here, where the grass
is soft."
"Why?" asked Amy, "she isn't heavy.
Pages:
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31