"
"No, but it will be better to get the auto out of the bushes, and into
the road before we put her in it. Something might go wrong, and jolt
her."
"That's so," agreed Mollie. "I think I can do it. Oh, but I'm nervous!"
"Shame on you!" cried Betty. "Be an outdoor girl--be your own brave
self, Mollie!"
"I will!" and there was determination in her voice. "I'm sure I can get
the car out all right!"
Mollie took her place at the wheel, pressed the starting button, and
then, with a glance backward to see which way to steer, she slipped in
the reverse gear, and let the clutch come into place. Slowly, amid a
tearing away of vines and bushes, the car regained the highway.
"Good!" cried Grace. "Now, how shall we put her in, Betty?" for the
"Little Captain," as she was often called (as Mollie was called "Billy")
was generally looked to for advice in emergencies like these.
"You and Amy must hold her between you on the rear seat," Betty
directed. "Support her all you can. Mollie will drive slowly."
"But perhaps we ought to get her to a doctor right away," spoke the
owner of the car.
"Getting her to a doctor would not make up for any injury caused by a
jolt," said practical Betty. "Besides, I do not think she can be
seriously hurt. Her hair is so very thick that she could stand a very
hard blow on the head. There are no other signs of injuries; but of
course there may be internal hurts.
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