The sarcastic query had set the spark to the tinder, and now she was thinking rapidly, some semblance of a plan emerging at last from the chaotic turmoil of her mind.
Garth Trent! He could help her! He had a car--Sara did not know its pace, but she was certain Trent could be trusted to get every ounce out of it that was possible.

Between them--he and she--they would bring Molly back to safety! She turned swiftly to Jane Crab.
"Come to the stable and help me put in the Doctor's pony, Jane.

You know how, don't you ?" "Yes, miss, I've helped the master many a time.

But you ain't going to catch no motor with old Toby, Miss Sara." "No, I don't expect to.

I'm gong to drive across to Far End.