A lantern had been lighted and hung from the rear axle of the
carry-all. But this did little more than cast weird, flickering
shadows ahead. It certainly did not light up the road ahead of there.
In the dense darkness the bridge was not visible to the eyes of the
Meadow-Brook Girls.
"The bridge ith coming. Low bridge!" piped Tommy.
"Be quiet; I fear we are making the driver's work difficult," warned
Miss Elting.
"Oh, but isn't this the fine ride?" cried Crazy Jane. "It's almost
like being in my own darlin' automobile with the landscape slipping
past on a greased track. Now, what if one of the horses should fall
down? Wouldn't we be tumbled into a goose pile!" chuckled Jane.
"Oh, thave me!" cried Tommy.
"Don't suggest anything so awful," begged Margery.
"Oh! What's that!" exclaimed Harriet.
The others did not know to what she referred, but they felt a sudden
jolt as the vehicle lurched to the side of the road, then back again.
"What is it?" demanded Hazel.
"The horses have taken fright," answered the guardian calmly. "Be
careful that you do not excite them further.
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