"She did, indeed," returned Patty, smiling, "and she went flying off to Paris."
"But my second telegram; I wired again, saying I would come here."
"No, she did not get your second telegram,--only the first one announcing your accident."
"And she has gone! oh how dreadful! but can we not stop her? Let us send post haste after her."
"It"s no use," said Elise; "she has been gone about ten minutes, and in her fast car she is now more than half way to the station."
"Did you boys come in an automobile?" asked Patty.
"No," replied Mr. Villere; "we came in a rickety old cab from the station, and it has gone back."
Patty"s thoughts were flying rapidly. It seemed dreadful to let the old Ma"amselle go to Paris on a wild-goose chase, when if she could but be stopped, and brought back home, it would save the long and troublesome journey and be a delight to them all.
She not only thought quickly, but she determined to act quickly.
"Can either of you boys drive an automobile?" she demanded of the two uninjured guests.
With voluble lamentations the two confessed their inability in that direction.
"Elise," cried Patty, turning upon her a look, which Elise well knew demanded implicit obedience, "you stay right here and play you"re the hostess of this Chateau, and see that you do it properly. Rosamond, you come with me!"
Without a further glance at the astonished young men, without a word to the pompous butler who was hovering in the background, Patty grasped Rosamond by the arm and pulled her away with her.
CHAPTER XVII
A MOTOR RIDE
Bareheaded, and still dragging the astonished Rosamond, Patty rushed outdoors, into the gathering dusk, and down toward the stables.
Confronting an astonished groom, she asked him in forcible, if not entirely correct French, whether there was an a.s.sistant chauffeur, or any groom who could run a motor car.
She was informed that there was not, that Ma"amselle"s chauffeur himself and the groom who had accompanied him were the only ones in the establishment who knew anything about automobiles. If Mademoiselle desired a coach, now?
But Mademoiselle did not desire a coach, and, moreover, Mademoiselle seemed to know perfectly well what she did desire.
Beckoning to the groom, who followed her, she went straight to the garage where the automobiles were kept. There was a touring car there, almost the same as the one she had driven that afternoon, and Patty looked at it uncertainly.
There was also a small runabout, but that was of a different make, of which she knew nothing.
"Get in," she said briefly to the groom, and she pointed to the tonneau.
Accustomed to implicit obedience, the groom got in, hatless as he was, and folding his arms stiffly, sat up as straight as if it were a most usual experience.
"Hop up in front, Rosamond," went on Patty, "and don"t try to stop me, for I"m going to do exactly this; I"m going to the station and catch Ma"amselle before she gets on that seven o"clock train. There isn"t one-half second to spare; we can"t even get our hats, and if we should stop to talk it over with anybody, there"d be no use in going at all.
Now hush up, Rosamond, don"t say a word to me, I"ve all I can do to manage this thing!"
As Rosamond hadn"t said a word, Patty need not have insisted on her silence. But Patty was so excited that it made her quick of speech and a little uncertain of temper.
She started slowly out of the garage, trying to remember exactly the instructions she had so often received about starting. They went safely out into the park road, and along toward the porter"s lodge. Patty"s heart beat fast as she wondered uncertainly whether the porter would open the gate for her or not, but she carried off matters with a high hand, and ordered in the name of Ma"amselle Labesse that the gate be opened, and it was. Through it they went, and out on to the high road.
Patty put on a higher speed, and they flew along like mad.
"Now you can speak if you want to, Rosamond," she said in a strained, tense voice; "or no, perhaps you"d better not, either. There"s something the matter! The engine thumps; but it"s all right, I know what to do. If only the road keeps smooth,--if we come to no ditches,--if we don"t burst a tire! speak to me, Rosamond, do for goodness" sake say something!"
"It"s all right, Patty," said Rosamond, in a quiet voice, for she knew that the greatest danger that threatened Patty was her own over-excitement. "You"re all right, Patty; keep on just as you are; be careful of this down grade, and you can easily take the next hill."
"Good for you, Rosamond," said Patty, with a really natural laugh; "you"re a brick! My nerves ARE strained, but I won"t think of that, I"ll think only of my car. Oh Rosamond, if only the road isn"t bad in any place!"
"It isn"t, Patty, the road is perfect. Steady, now, dear, there"s a motor coming, but you can easily pa.s.s it. Don"t you reverse or something?"
"Keep still, Rosamond, do keep still! I know what to do!"
Rosamond kept still.
On they flew, the wind in their faces cutting like a cold blast; their hair became loosened as it streamed back from their foreheads.
It was the excitement of danger, and "way down in their hearts both girls were enjoying it, though they did not realise it at the moment.
What the statuesque groom who sat up behind felt, n.o.body will ever know. He kept his head up straight, and his arms folded, and his face showed a brave do-or-die expression, though there was n.o.body to notice it.
"Oh, Rosamond," Patty went on, still in that breathless, gasping voice, "if I only knew what time it was. There"s no use whizzing at this break-neck speed if we"re not going to make the train after all! If I thought it would be of any use I"d coast down this hill, but why should we kill ourselves if we don"t accomplish our object?"
"Patty, don"t be a goose!" and again Rosamond"s cool, common-sense tones acted as a dash of cold water on Patty"s overstrung nerves. "I"ll tell you what time it is. You keep right on with your knitting, and I can get out my watch as easily as anything, and the next time we pa.s.s a light I"ll inform you the hour."
Rea.s.sured by Rosamond"s sense and nonsense, Patty drove steadily on.
"It"s five minutes to seven," announced Rosamond quietly, "but we can already see the railroad lights in the distance, and besides, the train is sure to be late. But, Patty, you can"t go quite so fast as we get into the town. You musn"t! You"ll be arrested!"
"They can"t catch me," cried Patty, as she flew on, "and do keep still, Rosamond, for goodness" sake keep still!"
Rosamond smiled to herself at Patty"s command to her to keep still, for she well knew it was merely a nervous exclamation and meant nothing.
On they went, Patty sounding the horn when it was unnecessary, and failing to sound it when it was needed, but this made no difference in their speed. Fortunately they met very few vehicles of any sort, and had the good luck not to run over any dogs, but as they came in full view of the station, they saw the train also approaching from the other direction.
Patty knew that she had just about time to cross the track, but no more.
Instead of worrying her, this sudden last responsibility seemed to steady her nerves, and she said quietly:
"It"s all right, Rosamond. Don"t speak, please, we"ve just time to cross the track safely,--SAFELY. See, I"ll open up the throttle,--just a little more power,--and here we go, bounding over the track!"
They seemed to jump over the track, and with a round turn, Patty made the corner, put on the brake and came to a full stop at the station just as the funny little French train wheezed in.
But the girl could do no more; as the car came to a standstill Patty"s hands dropped from the wheel, and she promptly fainted away.