As they chugged out of the farm-yard gate and on to the rough road,
Peggy's thoughts kept time to the rhythmic pulsations of the motor:
"A-twenty-dollar-bill-with-a-red-round-O.
A-twenty-dollar-bill-with-a-red-round-O."
CHAPTER VIII.
MR. MORTLAKE LOSES SOME DRAWINGS.
Dashing along the rough country road, with every sense on the alert, Peggy
found mental occupation enough to drive gloomier thoughts from her mind.
The Prescott's car was a good one, with a powerful, sixty-horse motor, and
splendidly upholstered. It was painted a dark blue, and was known in the
surrounding country as "The Blue Bird." It had been purchased with the
money made by the brother and sister from their shares in James Bell's
desert mine.
Far above them sailed the aeroplane, its two occupants from time to time
waving at their pretty sisters below. But in the upper-air currents, it
would have been dangerous to drive at a pace slow enough to keep level
with the automobile, and so the aeroplane soon dashed on ahead. From time
to time, however, it made circles and swoops, which brought it sometimes
in seemingly dangerous closeness to the tree-tops.
All at once Peggy stopped the automobile with a jerk which almost threw
Jess, who was unprepared for the shock, out of the car.
"Good gracious, Peggy, what are you trying to do?" she gasped.
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