Winona was terribly alarmed.

She had seen Aunt Harriet before with one of her bad heart attacks, and knew that restoratives ought to be given.

In this lonely spot, with no help at hand, what was to be done?
Suppose her aunt were to faint--die, even, before aid could be rendered?
For a moment Winona shook like a leaf.

Then, with a rush, her presence of mind returned.

There was only one possible course--she herself must start the car, and drive to within reach of civilization.
It would need courage! It was one thing to drive with an experienced instructor at her elbow to shout necessary directions, but quite another to manage alone, with Aunt Harriet half unconscious beside her.
Suppose she were to forget part of her motorists' catechism, and make some horrible, fatal mistake! Well, it must be ventured, all the same! Every minute's delay was important.
With a nervous shiver she forced herself to action.