a lot faster than this, and we got to whoop. Alice, why don't you whoop?"
Alice arose, took hold of the seat in front and whooped.
"If I open the throttle, I can't squeeze the bulb to scare people out of our way," said Terry. "I can't steer and squeeze, too."
"We'll whoop enough to get them out of the way. Go faster!" urged Billy.
Billy also stood, lifted his chin and whooped like the wildest little savage that ever came out of the West. Alice and Little Brother added their voices, and when he was not absorbed with the steering gear, Terry joined in.
"Faster!" shouted Billy.
Intoxicated with the speed and excitement, Terry threw the throttle wider and the big car leaped forward and shot down the avenue. In it four black, feather-bedecked children whooped in wild glee until suddenly Terry's war cry changed to a scream of panic.
"The lake is coming!"
"Stop!" cried Billy. "Stop! Why don't you stop?"
Paralyzed with fear Terry clung to the steering gear and the car sped onward.
"You little fool! Why don't you stop?" screamed Billy, catching Terry's arm. "Tell me how to stop!"
A bicycle shot along beside them and Freckles standing on the pedals shouted, "Pull out the pin in that little circle at your feet!"
Billy fell on his knees and tugged and the pin yielded at last. Just as the wheels struck the white sand the
