She managed to sound the hooter, and with a supreme effort kept in the middle of the lane, while the sheep scattered to right and left.

She dared not go any slower, for fear of stopping her engine, but she expected every instant to feel a bump, and find that she had run over one of the flock.

The collie did his duty, however, and in a whirl of barking, shouting, and baa-ing she steered safely through the danger.
She looked anxiously at every turning, for fear she might miss her way.
Her object was to regain the main road, where she might find some passing motorist, and implore help.

Yes, there was the sign-post where Aunt Harriet had halted, she must keep to the left by that ruined cottage--she remembered noticing its broken roof as they had passed it.
How interminably long the lanes were! They had seemed far shorter when Aunt Harriet was driving! Oh! thank goodness, there was the big oak tree--it could not be far now.

A few minutes more and Winona had reached the sign-post, and swung round the corner into the Crowland Road.