By that time they had been walking fully fifteen minutes and the scene of the accident was lost to sight and as yet there was no trace of the trolley line.

Clint looked at his watch.
"I reckon," he said, "we wouldn't get that car even if we were on the other side now.

The best thing for us to do is hit the road again and beat it for Wharton on foot." Amy agreed and they turned their backs on the stubborn brook and set off across a meadow which presently gave place to a hill-side field overgrown with bushes and weeds and prickly vines which clung to their trousers and snarled around their feet.

Clint said they were wild raspberry and blackberry vines and Amy replied that he didn't care what sort of vines they were; they were a blooming nuisance.

To avoid them, they struck westward again toward a stone wall, climbed it and found themselves in a patch of woods.