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Well, they were very close, but owing to Tish leaving the macadam at this point, they lost time at a crossroads. At the top of the next hill Aggie said she could not see anything of them. It was then that Myrtle tried to jump out, and would have succeeded had not Tish speeded up the car.

I could hear Aggie trying to soothe her, and telling her that Tish was not insane, but was merely saving her from a terrible fate.

“I have never been married, my dear, owing to an unfortunate circumstance,” she said, in her gentle voice. “But to marry without love—-“

The girl sat up, startled.

“But how do you know I don’t love him?” she demanded.

“I am speaking of the young man,” said Aggie. “My dear child, all over this great land of ours today, here and there are wretches who would use a confiding young woman in order—-“

“Barbed wire!” said Tish exultantly, and stopped the car with a jerk. In an instant she was out in the road, cutting lengths of barbed wire from a fence with the scissors and placing them across the road behind us. Her expression was set and tense. When she had placed some six pieces of wire in position, she returned to the car.

“We can thank the war for that,” she observed, coolly. “As long as the barbed wire fences hold out they’ll never get us.”

The first car was in sight by that time, and we could see that Mr. Culver and the policeman were in it. They shouted with joy when they saw us, but Tish merely smiled, and let in the clutch. Soon after we heard a series of small explosions, and Tish observed that the enemy attack was checked against our barbed wire, and that she reckoned we could hold the position indefinitely.

Aggie looked back and reported that they were both out of the car, and that the policeman was standing on one foot and hopping up and down.

It had been Tish’s intention, as I learned later, merely to take the young woman for a country ride, and there to strive to instill into her the weakness and folly of being married by Mr. Culver as an exemption plea. But as we had been making forty-five miles an hour by the speedometer, there had been little opportunity.

However, as the last car was now standing on four rims in the barbed wire entanglement behind us, and as Tish’s farm was not far ahead, she improved the occasion with a short but highly patriotic speech, flung over her shoulder.

“I don’t believe it,” said Myrtle, sullenly. “He loves me. We only ran away today instead of some other day later because my father is leading the parade in my town, and mother is presenting a flag at the schoolhouse.”

“Very well,” said Tish. “If he loves you, well and good. When your young man has registered, I’ll see that you get married, if I have to kidnap a preacher to do it. But I’ll tell you right now, I don’t think you’ll be getting anything worth having.”

Well, Myrtle grew quieter then, and I heard Aggie saying Miss Tish never made a promise she could not fulfill. She then told about Mr. Wiggins, and had just reached the place where he had slipped on the eve of his wedding and fallen off a roof, when the car stopped dead.

Tish pushed a few things on the dashboard, but it only hiccoughed twice and then stopped breathing.

“No gasoline!” she exclaimed, in a rage. “We’ll have to run for it.”

The farmhouse was in sight now, about a half mile ahead. Aggie groaned, but got out and turned to Myrtle. But Myrtle was sitting back in the car with a gleam of triumph in her eyes.

“Certainly not,” she said calmly.

“Very well,” Tish replied. “I don’t know but you are just as well where you are. That last car is done for, if I know anything about barbed wire, and they’re not likely to chase a machine on foot. They’re probably on their way back to town now, and I hope the policeman has to hop all the way. It’s only forty miles or so.”