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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Motor Girls on the Coast + or, The Waif From the Sea + +Author: Margaret Penrose + +Release Date: April 17, 2010 [EBook #32024] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MOTOR GIRLS ON THE COAST *** + + + + +Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.fadedpage.com + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='titlepage'> +<p class='fs20 mb50'>THE MOTOR GIRLS<br />ON THE COAST</p> +<p class='mb50'>Or</p> +<p class='fs12 mb60'>The Waif From the Sea</p> +<p class='fs12 mb30'>BY<br />MARGARET PENROSE</p> +<div style='margin:40px auto; text-align:center;'> +<img alt='emblem' src='images/illus-emb.png' /> +</div> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<p class='c sc fs08'>Copyright, 1913, by<br />Cupples & Leon Company</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<table summary='TOC'> +<tr><td colspan='3' class='center fs12'>CONTENTS</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan='3' class='center fs12'></td></tr> +<tr><td class='fs08'>CHAPTER</td><td colspan='2' class='tar fs08'>PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>I.</td><td class='tcol2'>A Flash of Fire</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_1'>1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>II.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Strange Woman</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_2'>13</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>III.</td><td class='tcol2'>A Strange Story</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_3'>29</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>IV.</td><td class='tcol2'>On the Road</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_4'>41</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>V.</td><td class='tcol2'>A Flock of Sheep</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_5'>52</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>VI.</td><td class='tcol2'>Jack Is Lost</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_6'>59</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>VII.</td><td class='tcol2'>Worries</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_7'>68</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>VIII.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Girl</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_8'>75</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>IX.</td><td class='tcol2'>Questions and Answers</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_9'>85</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>X.</td><td class='tcol2'>Reunited</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_10'>90</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XI.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Girls Retaliate</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_11'>97</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XII.</td><td class='tcol2'>At the Cove</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_12'>106</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XIII.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Lighthouse Maid</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_13'>113</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XIV.</td><td class='tcol2'>Settling Down</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_14'>122</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XV.</td><td class='tcol2'>Launching the “Pet”</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_15'>130</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XVI.</td><td class='tcol2'>Suspicions Strengthened</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_16'>138</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XVII.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Light Keeper’s Story</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_17'>145</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XVIII.</td><td class='tcol2'>Belle Swims</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_18'>154</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XIX.</td><td class='tcol2'>Gathering Clouds</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_19'>158</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XX.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Storm</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_20'>166</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXI.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Wreck</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_21'>172</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXII.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Rescue</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_22'>179</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXIII.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Floating Spars</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_23'>187</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXIV.</td><td class='tcol2'>Safe Ashore</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_24'>194</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXV.</td><td class='tcol2'>A Surprise</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_25'>199</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXVI.</td><td class='tcol2'>The Story of Nancy Ford</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_26'>206</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXVII.</td><td class='tcol2'>A Bold Attempt</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_27'>216</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXVIII.</td><td class='tcol2'>A Strange Message</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_28'>224</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXIX.</td><td class='tcol2'>At the Shark’s Tooth</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_29'>231</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'>XXX.</td><td class='tcol2'>Happy Days</td><td class='tcol3'><a href='#link_30'>237</a></td></tr> +</table> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<h1>THE MOTOR GIRLS<br />ON THE COAST</h1> + +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_1'></a>1</span><a id='link_1'></a>CHAPTER I<br /><span class='h2fs'>A FLASH OF FIRE</span></h2> + +<p>Filled was the room with boys and girls–yes, +literally filled; for they moved about so from +chair to chair, from divan to sofa, from one side +of the apartment to the other, now and then changing +corners after the manner of the old-fashioned +game of “puss,” that what they lacked in numbers +they more than made up in activity. It was +a veritable moving picture of healthful, happy +young persons. And the talk―!</p> + +<p>Questions and answers flew back and forth like +tennis balls in a set of doubles. Repartee mingled +with delicate sarcasm, and new, and almost +indefinable shades of meaning were given to old +and trite expressions.</p> + +<p>“You can depend upon it, Sis!” drawled Jack +Kimball as he stretched out his foot to see how +far he could reach on the Persian rug without +falling off his chair; “you can depend upon it +that Belle will shy at the last moment. She’s +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_2'></a>2</span> +afraid of water, the plain, common or garden +variety of water. And when it comes to ripples, +to say nothing of waves, she―”</p> + +<p>“Cora, can’t you make him behave?” demanded +the plump Belle in question.</p> + +<p>“Belle’s too–er–too–tired to get up and do +it herself,” scoffed Ed Foster. “May I oblige +you, Belle, and tweak his nose for him?”</p> + +<p>“Come and try it!” challenged Jack.</p> + +<p>“Let Walter do it,” advised Bess, who, the +very opposite type of her sister Belle, tall and +willowy–ęsthetic in a word–walked to another +divan over which she proceeded to “drape herself,” +as Cora expressed it.</p> + +<p>“Well, let’s hear what Jack has to say,” proposed +Walter Pennington, bringing his head of +crisp brown hair a little closer to the chestnut one +of Bess. “He has made a statement, and it is +now–will you permit me to say it–it is now +strictly up to him to prove it. Say on, rash +youth, and let us hear why it is that Belle will shy +at the water.”</p> + +<p>“It’s a riddle, perhaps,” suggested Eline Carleton, +a visitor from Chicago. “I love to guess +riddles! Say it again, Jack, do!”</p> + +<p>“Why is a raindrop―” began Norton Randolf, +a newcomer in Chelton. “The answer +is―”</p> + +<p>“That you can bring water to a horse, even if +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_3'></a>3</span> +you can’t make him stand still without hitching,” +interrupted Walter. “Go on, Jack!”</p> + +<p>“I don’t see much use in going on, if you fellows–and +I beg your collective pardons–the +ladies also–are to interrupt me all the while.”</p> + +<p>“That’s so–let’s play the game fair,” suggested +Eline. “Is it a riddle, Jack? Belle is +afraid of the water because–let me see–because +it can’t spoil her complexion no matter +whether it’s salt or fresh–is that it?” and she +glanced over at the slightly pouting Belle, whose +rosy complexion was often the envy of less happily +endowed girls.</p> + +<p>“I’m not afraid of the water!” declared Belle. +“I don’t see why he says so, anyhow. It–it isn’t–kind.”</p> + +<p>“Forgive me, Belle!” and Jack “slumped” +from his chair to his knees before the offended +one. “I do beg your pardon, but you know that +ever since we proposed this auto trip to Sandy +Point Cove you’ve hung back on some pretext +or other. You’ve even tried to get us to consent +to a land trip. But, in the language of the immortal +Mr. Shakespeare, there is nothing doing. +We are going to the coast.”</p> + +<p>“Of course I’m coming, too,” said Belle. +“Stop it, Jack!” she commanded, drawing her +plump hand away from his brown palm. “Behave +yourself! Only,” she went on, as the others +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_4'></a>4</span> +ceased laughing, “only sometimes the ocean seems +so–so―”</p> + +<p>“Oceany,” supplied Walter.</p> + +<p>“Now Jack–and you other boys also,” said +Cora in firm tones, “really it isn’t fair. Belle is +nervous about water, just as the rest of us are +about some other particular bugbear, but she is +also reasonable, and she has even promised to +learn to swim.”</p> + +<p>Cora brushed from the mahogany centre table +a few morsels of withered lilac petals, for, in +spite of the most careful dusting and setting to +rights of the room, those blooms had a persistent +way of dropping off.</p> + +<p>“Belle swim!” cried Jack, rising to his feet, +since his advances had been repulsed, “why she +would have to be done up in a barrel of life preservers, +and then she’d insist on being anchored +to shore by a ship’s cable. Belle swim!”</p> + +<p>“Indeed!” retorted his sister, “you’ll soon +find that the more nervous a girl is, the more +persistent she is to learn to swim. She realizes +the necessity of not losing her head in the water.”</p> + +<p>“If she lost her head she wouldn’t swim very +far,” put in Ed with gentle sarcasm.</p> + +<p>“Put him out!” ordered Walter. “But say, +when are we going to get down to the horrible +details, and make some definite plans? This sort +of a tea party suits me all right–don’t mistake +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_5'></a>5</span> +me,” he hastened to add, with a glance at Cora, +“but if we are going, let’s–go!”</p> + +<p>“That’s what I say,” came from Belle. “You +won’t find me holding back,” and she crossed the +room to look out of the parlor window across +the Kimball lawn.</p> + +<p>“My! That’s a stunning dress!” exclaimed +Jack. “Fish-line color, isn’t it?”</p> + +<p>“He’s trying to make amends. Don’t you believe +him,” echoed Walter.</p> + +<p>“Fish-line color!” mocked Cora. “Oh, Jack, +you are hopeless! That’s the newest shade of +pearl.”</p> + +<p>“Well, I almost hit it,” defended Jack. +“Pearls are related to fishes, and fish lines +are―”</p> + +<p>“Oh, get a map!” groaned Ed. “Do you always +have to make diagrams of your jokes that +way, old man?”</p> + +<p>“Let’s go outside,” proposed Cora. “I’m +sure it’s getting stuffy in here―”</p> + +<p>“Well, I like that!” cried Belle. “After she +asked us to come, she calls us stuffy! Cora Kimball!”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I didn’t mean it that way at all,” protested +the young hostess. “But it is close and +sultry. I shouldn’t wonder but what we’d have +a thunder-shower.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t say that!” pleaded Jack, in what Walter +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_6'></a>6</span> +termed his theatrical voice. “A shower +means water, and Belle and water―”</p> + +<p>“Stop it!” commanded the pestered one. “Do +come out,” and she linked her arm in that of +Cora. “Maybe we can talk sense if we get in +the open.”</p> + +<p>The young people drifted from the room, out +on the broad porch and thence down under the +cedars that lined the path. It was late afternoon, +and though the sky was clouding over, there shot +through the masses now and then a shaft of sun +that fell on the walk between the tree branches, +bringing into relief the figures that “crunched” +their way along the gravel, talking rapidly the +while.</p> + +<p>“Looks like a rare old reunion,” spoke Jack. +“I guess we’ll do something worth while after +all.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t distress yourself too much, old man,” +warned Ed. “You might get a sun-stroke, you +know.”</p> + +<p>“That’s the time you beat him to it,” chuckled +Walter. “Do they do this sort of thing out +your way?” and he addressed pretty Eline.</p> + +<p>She blushed a charming pink under her coat of +tan–a real biscuit brown, it had been voted by +her admirers. She reminded them of a little red +squirrel, for she had rather that same timid appearance, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_7'></a>7</span> +and she nearly always dressed in tan +or brown, to match her complexion.</p> + +<p>“Sometimes,” she murmured.</p> + +<p>“Chicago―” began Jack in rather judicial +tones.</p> + +<p>“You let Chicago alone!” advised Walter. +“I’m looking after Eline. I won’t let them hurt +you,” and he moved closer to her. She seemed +to shrink, whereat the others laughed.</p> + +<p>They walked about for a little while, strolling +out to the Kimball garage–a rebuilt stable, +where three fine machines now stood, two of +them having brought the visitors. Then when +they had acquired the necessary breath of air, +they went back into the house.</p> + +<p>Eline matched herself up to a Chippendale +chair, while Belle, always fond of plenty of room, +found it on a divan. Bess had secured one of +those Roman chairs curved up at both ends, seemingly +intended to prevent anyone from sitting anywhere +but in the exact center. She assumed a +graceful pose–everything Bess did had that attribute.</p> + +<p>“My! it is certainly getting warmer!” complained +Walter. “Maybe we should have stayed +out.”</p> + +<p>“We can talk better in here,” was Cora’s opinion. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_8'></a>8</span> +“We’ll need all the breeze that we can get +on high gear if this keeps up,” said Ed, with a +sigh.</p> + +<p>“Oh, but the dust!” exclaimed Bess. “I +know I’ll simply choke, and―”</p> + +<p>“Chew gum!” broke in Cora. “That absorbs +the dust.”</p> + +<p>“Couldn’t we chew chocolates as well?” asked +Belle. “I would rather swallow half the dust +of the roads from here to Sandy Point Cove and +have my throat macadamized, than chew gum.”</p> + +<p>“We’ll allow you to make yours chocolate,” +conceded Jack, “though chocolates do not allow +space for―”</p> + +<p>“Gab,” put in Norton Randolf, who seldom +said anything really nice to the girls. Yet he always +managed to interest them with his drawl +and indifference. “We ought to get out something +that would stop the talk when we get to a +close turn,” he proceeded. “I’m always afraid +some one will release the emergency brake on a +down grade, with a rude remark.”</p> + +<p>“He’s real bright!” chuckled Ed. “I don’t +think!”</p> + +<p>“Now, please, let’s get down to business,” suggested +Cora, crisply. “The time passes so +quickly, and we have a lot of matters to arrange. +Bess, I put an extra wrench in your tool-box. I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_9'></a>9</span> +remembered your ability in losing those handy +little articles.”</p> + +<p>“Thanks,” drawled Bess. “But why stop at +a wrench? Why not duplicate all the fixings? +What I don’t lose Belle does. But then,” and +she turned mocking, pleading eyes on Jack, “your +brother is such a dear for fixing us up. I guess +the <i>Flyaway</i> will be there at the finish.”</p> + +<p>“Is it very far where you are going–to Sandy +Point Cove?” asked Eline.</p> + +<p>“Oh, yes,” answered Walter, “it’s miles and +miles, and then more miles. But we are all going, +little girl, so don’t worry,” and he struck +a stiffly-heroic attitude to show his valor.</p> + +<p>“It is a good thing you have a livery-stable-sized +garage,” remarked Ed to Cora. “It holds +all the cars very nicely.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, there isn’t another in Chelton, except +the public ones, so well arranged,” added Walter. +“But we might have waited until morning to +bring the machines here.”</p> + +<p>“No, I thought it was best to have them here +the night before we were to start,” explained +Cora, who was to assume the leadership of the +prospective trip. “Some of us might have been +tempted to go out on a little spin this evening, +and an accident might have occurred that would +delay us.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_10'></a>10</span>“Did the <i>Petrel</i> get off safely?” inquired +Ed.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” replied Jack. “It’s in a regular motor +boat crate that the man said would stand the journey. +I saw it put in the freight car myself, and +well braced. It will be there waiting for us when +we get to the Cove.”</p> + +<p>“I hope it runs,” murmured Walter.</p> + +<p>“Don’t be a pessimist–or is it an optimist? +I never can tell which from what,” spoke Belle. +“I mean don’t be one who’s always looking on +the dark side. Look for the silver lining of the +clouds.”</p> + +<p>“Say, it’s clouding up all right,” declared Jack, +as he glanced from the window.</p> + +<p>A distant rumble was heard at that moment.</p> + +<p>“That’s thunder!” exclaimed Belle, “and we +have no umbrellas.” She glanced at her sister +and Eline.</p> + +<p>“Better have it rain to-night than to-morrow, +when we want to start,” said Cora, philosophically.</p> + +<p>“Sit by me, Belle,” pleaded Jack. “I won’t +let the bad thunder hurt you.”</p> + +<p>“We’ll all sit by each other!” proposed Walter.</p> + +<p>This was a signal for a general change of +places, each boy pretending to protect a girl.</p> + +<p>“Now don’t let’s get off the track,” went on +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_11'></a>11</span> +Cora, when quiet had been restored. “Are you +all sure that you want to go directly to the Cove, +and don’t care for a little side trip before reaching +there? Of course it’s going to be fine at the +shore, and there’s enough variety so that each one +can find something she or he likes–rocks, ocean, +sandy beach, a lighthouse―”</p> + +<p>“Where they do light housekeeping?” asked +Ed, softly.</p> + +<p>“Please don’t,” Cora begged.</p> + +<p>“Any nice girls down there?” asked Jack, +making eyes at Eline.</p> + +<p>They all started as a particularly loud clap of +thunder followed a vivid flash of lightning, and +the wind rose suddenly, moaning through the +trees.</p> + +<p>“I don’t believe it will amount to much,” was +Walter’s opinion. “Probably only a wind +storm.”</p> + +<p>“But I guess I’d better put down the windows +on the West side,” remarked Cora. “I’ll be back +in a moment―”</p> + +<p>As she spoke there came a dash of rain against +the side of the house, and another flash of lightning +was followed by a vibrating peal.</p> + +<p>Cora screamed.</p> + +<p>“Oh, what is it?” demanded Bess, nervously. +Jack clasped her hand.</p> + +<p>“Look!” cried Cora. “The garage–it’s on +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_12'></a>12</span> +fire. I just saw a flash of flame! Our autos +will be burned!”</p> + +<p>“We’ve got to get ’em out!” declared Jack. +“Come on, fellows!”</p> + +<p>He made a dash for the door. Ed leaped +through the low, open window. Walter followed +Jack. The girls stood uncertain what to do.</p> + +<p>“The lightning struck it!” gasped Eline.</p> + +<p>“We must help to get out the autos!” cried +Cora. “We must help the boys to fight the +fire!”</p> + +<p>“Telephone in an alarm!” suggested Bess.</p> + +<p>“The autos first! The cars first! We must +get them out!” Cora cried as she hurried out of +the door, the three other girls trailing after. +“If we get the cars out the barn can go!”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_13'></a>13</span><a id='link_2'></a>CHAPTER II<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE STRANGE WOMAN</span></h2> + +<p>Only for an instant had Cora Kimball hesitated. +Usually she was even more prompt than +her brother Jack to get into action, but the flash +of fire she had seen in the garage, and the thought +of the valuable cars stored there–cars in which +they were to make their delightful summer trip–seemed +to paralyze her for the time being. Then +she was galvanized into life and action.</p> + +<p>“Cora, there comes your car out!” cried Bess, +as the <i>Whirlwind</i>, the powerful Kimball auto, +was seen to poke its hood from the now blazing +barn. Ed had been the first to reach the structure, +and, quickly switching on the self-starter, +had run the machine out.</p> + +<p>“I guess they can get out the others!” said +Belle, as Walter and Jack dashed inside.</p> + +<p>Cora suddenly turned and ran back toward the +house.</p> + +<p>“Where are you going?” asked Eline. “Oh +dear! The whole place will soon be afire!”</p> + +<p>“That’s what I’m afraid of!” Cora called +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_14'></a>14</span> +back, over her shoulder. “I’m going to get some +extinguishers! Maybe the boys can’t reach the +one in the barn. It’s our only chance–an extinguisher. +Water is the worst thing you can +put on a gasoline fire. Get some pails of sand, +girls!”</p> + +<p>“That’s right–sand!” yelled Ed, as he leaped +from Cora’s car, having taken it a safe distance +down the drive. He went back on the run to +help Jack and Ed. The rain was now pelting +down, but unmindful of it, the girls drew nearer +the burning barn, while Cora sped toward the +house.</p> + +<p>“Sand–pails?” asked Belle.</p> + +<p>“Yes!” cried Bess. “There are some pails +over there!” and she pointed toward a pile of +gardening tools. “The watering can will be +good, too. Scoop up the sand–use your hands!”</p> + +<p>She rushed over and picked up one of the pails, +an example followed by her sister and Eline.</p> + +<p>“Oh, why don’t those boys come out!” cried +the latter. “Maybe they are–burned!” she +faltered.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps they can’t get our car started,” said +Bess. “Sometimes it just won’t respond!”</p> + +<p>Quickly they filled the pails with sand, and while +this is being done, and other preparations under +way to fight the fire and save the autos I will take +just a moment to tell my new readers something +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_15'></a>15</span> +about the characters in this story, and how they +figured in previous books of the series.</p> + +<p>The first volume, in which Cora Kimball and +her chums were introduced, was entitled “The +Motor Girls,” and in that they succeeded in unraveling +a mystery of the road, though it was not +as easy as they at first thought it might be.</p> + +<p>Then came “The Motor Girls on a Tour; Or, +Keeping a Strange Promise,” and how strange +that promise was, not even Cora realized at the +time. But in spite of difficulties it was kept and a +restoration was made. In the third book, “The +Motor Girls at Lookout Beach,” there came the +quest for two runaways.</p> + +<p>That girls–even young girls–do things on impulse +was made clear to Cora and her friends +when they sought after the rather foolish creatures +who ran such a risk. That only good came of it +was as much due to Cora as to anyone else.</p> + +<p>“The Motor Girls Through New England” +gave Cora and her companions a chance to see +something of life under strange circumstances. +That one of them would be captured by the gypsies +never for a moment entered their heads. But +it happened, and for a time it looked as though +the results might be serious. But once again Cora +triumphed.</p> + +<p>The volume immediately preceding the present +one is entitled “The Motor Girls on Cedar Lake; +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_16'></a>16</span> +Or, The Hermit of Fern Island.” Who the hermit +was, and the strange secret he kept so long, +and how it was finally solved you will find set +down in that book. Then came the return to +normal life, but with the prospect of more adventures, +on the verge of which we now find Cora +and her friends.</p> + +<p>They were ready for the summer vacation, +and had voted to spend it at Sandy Point Cove–a +resort on the Atlantic coast. It was the evening +before the start, and they had gathered at +Cora’s house to arrange final details.</p> + +<p>They were to motor to the cove, taking their +time, for it was no small distance from Chelton +where our friends lived. The motor boat <i>Petrel</i> +sometimes just called <i>Pet</i> for short, had been +shipped on ahead.</p> + +<p>I think I have already mentioned the names +of the young folks. Cora generally came first, +by reason of her personality. She was a splendid +girl, tall and rather dark, and had somewhat of a +commanding air, though she was not at all fond +of her own way, and always willing to give in to +others if it could be made plain that their way +was best. Her mother was a wealthy widow, and +there was Jack, Cora’s brother, taller than she, +darker perhaps and was he handsomer? Cora +had, some time before, been given a fine large +touring car, and Jack owned a small runabout.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_17'></a>17</span>Walter Pennington was Jack’s chum, both of +them attending Exmouth College, where, of late, +Ed Foster had taken a post-graduate course. Ed +was very fond of hunting and fishing, and considered +himself quite a sportsman.</p> + +<p>The Robinson twins were daughters of Mr. +and Mrs. Perry Robinson, the father being a +wealthy railroad man. He had given the girls +a fine car–the <i>Flyaway</i> it had been christened–while +Jack called his the <i>Get There</i>. Sometimes +it did, and sometimes it didn’t. To go back to +the girls. Belle, or Isabel, as she had been christened, +was plump and rosy, and her sister Bess, +tall, willowy and fair, her rather light hair contrasting +with the brown locks of Belle.</p> + +<p>Eline Carleton, from Chicago, a distant cousin +of Cora had been invited to spend the summer +with the Kimballs, and was to go to the Cove. +Norton Randolf was a newcomer in town, said to +be of a wealthy family. He had only lately made +the acquaintance of Jack and his chums, but was +rather well liked.</p> + +<p>Chelton, as my previous readers know, was a +most charming semi-country town, nestling in a +bend of the Chelton River, a stream of picturesque +beauty. The location was in New England, +not so far from the New York line that the trip +to the metropolis was a fatiguing one. The +young people had often taken it on pleasure bent. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_18'></a>18</span> +And now, not to keep you any longer from the +story, which I am afraid I interrupted at a rather +critical point, I will merely remark, in passing, +that other characters will be mentioned from time +to time, some of whom have appeared in previous +books.</p> + +<p>In the excitement attending the fire, Bess was +puffing on her way to the garage, carrying a pail +of wet sand that she had scooped up from the +driveway. She was followed by the other +girls.</p> + +<p>“Oh, see the smoke!” cried Eline. “That +must be gasoline burning!”</p> + +<p>“It is,” assented Belle. “Oh, do hurry–somebody!”</p> + +<p>Cora came running out of the house, carrying +long tin extinguishers, one in each hand, and +one under her right arm. She had just bought a +new lot, and had intended hanging them in the +garage, but had forgotten it.</p> + +<p>“These will be just the thing!” she cried. +“Don’t be frightened! There’s not much gasoline +in the barn. If we can get out the cars―”</p> + +<p>“Something must be the matter!” cried Bess. +“The boys–they are in there yet–they may be +overcome!”</p> + +<p>As if to deny this startling suggestion Jack fairly +shot out of the smoke in the <i>Flyaway</i>–the car +of the twins.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_19'></a>19</span>“They have left their own car to the last!” +gasped Belle.</p> + +<p>“They had to!” Cora panted. “They could +only take them as they stood, you know. They +were in line. Mine was first, then yours. Oh +Jack! is it very bad?”</p> + +<p>“A mean little blaze, Sis! Did you ’phone in +an alarm?” He wiped his streaming eyes, and, +bringing the car up alongside the <i>Whirlwind</i>, +leaped out to go back to his chums.</p> + +<p>“Here! Take these extinguishers!” his sister +cried. “I’ll get the department in a minute!”</p> + +<p>She tossed the tin tubes to Jack, who, catching +them, ran back toward the barn. It was raining +harder than ever now, but no one seemed to mind +it. The girls were totally oblivious of their smart +gowns, now badly bedraggled.</p> + +<p>“Take this sand!” wailed Belle. “I don’t +know what to do with it!”</p> + +<p>“Grab this sand from the girls!” yelled Jack +to Ed, Walter and Norton, who, at that moment +came out in Jack’s car. “Throw it on the blazing +gasoline! What kept you?”</p> + +<p>“Your car wouldn’t crank!” cried Walter. +“It’s all right now, though–just scorched a little +in the rear!”</p> + +<p>The three lads, Norton clinging to the run-board, +got the car to safety, and then raced back, +grabbed the sand from Belle, Bess and Eline, and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_20'></a>20</span> +followed Jack into the garage, which was now under +a pall of smoke.</p> + +<p>The tin tops of the extinguishers were yanked +off, and the chemical powder sprinkled toward the +blaze. Sand was also cast on it, but the fire had +spread more than the boys had thought. The +choking fumes, too, drove the amateur blaze-fighters +back.</p> + +<p>Again Cora came running from the house +through the drenching rain.</p> + +<p>“I can’t get the fire department on the wire!” +she cried. “Something is wrong with the telephone!”</p> + +<p>“It’s the storm, I guess,” answered Jack, coming +to the door of the old barn that had been converted +into a garage. He had to have a breath +of air.</p> + +<p>“Oh, can we help?” cried Eline.</p> + +<p>“Better stay out,” gasped Ed, as he too, came +for a little relief. “I guess we can keep it from +spreading.”</p> + +<p>By this time several men had run in from the +street.</p> + +<p>“Where’s your water?” asked one.</p> + +<p>“Don’t want any!” cried Jack. “It’s gasoline. +Get more sand if you want to–dry, if you +can find it!”</p> + +<p>He kicked one of the empty pails toward the +men. A flash of lightning blazed over the structure, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_21'></a>21</span> +and the thunder rumbled as the rain came +down harder than ever.</p> + +<p>“This rain’ll put it out soon enough!” shouted +one of the men helpers. The boys had gone back +into the barn, leaving the girls outside.</p> + +<p>“I can get some sand in that!” cried Belle, as +she saw a pan in front of the dog’s kennel–it +was used to contain his dinner. The girl began +scooping up in it some of the damp gravel from +the drive.</p> + +<p>“Don’t! Don’t!” cried her sister. “Drop it. +You mustn’t hold metal in a thunder storm.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I’m going in!” exclaimed Eline. “I +can’t bear to be in the open when it lightens.”</p> + +<p>She darted toward the garage. Instinctively +the others followed. There seemed to be less +smoke coming out now, and no blaze could be +seen.</p> + +<p>“I guess they can stop it,” murmured Cora. +“Oh, I do hope they can!”</p> + +<p>“Let’s go in and help!” cried Bess. “They +may need us!”</p> + +<p>Bravely the motor girls entered the garage. A +shift in the wind had blown the smoke away from +the door. They could see the boys and men fighting +the flames that were in a far corner of the +main room.</p> + +<p>Belle suddenly ran forward and dashed on the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_22'></a>22</span> +blaze the pan of sand that she had not relinquished.</p> + +<p>“Bravo!” cried Jack. “You’re a heroess!”</p> + +<p>He held his hand to his smarting eyes.</p> + +<p>“Let me take that extinguisher!” begged Belle, +plucking a half-emptied one from him.</p> + +<p>“Here’s one for me!” exclaimed Bess, picking +it up off the floor. It had not been opened. She +knocked off the top and, doing as the others did, +she sent the powder in a sweeping motion toward +the flames. Some of the men ran out for more +sand. The blaze was being well fought now. +There was really no need for the fire department.</p> + +<p>Above the place where the autos were stored +were rooms formerly occupied by the coachman +and his family, before Mrs. Kimball disposed of +her horses. The stairs to these rooms were boxed +in, a door leading directly to the path that went +to the driveway.</p> + +<p>“I can go up there and get another extinguisher!” +cried Cora, indicating the stairway. +“I know there’s one there.”</p> + +<p>“No need to!” exclaimed Ed, who again had +to get a breath of fresh air. But Cora was already +in the enclosed stairway.</p> + +<p>The next moment she shrieked:</p> + +<p>“Oh, what is it? Oh dear! Who is it? Come +quick–someone!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_23'></a>23</span> +Everyone was startled–even the danger of the +now almost extinguished fire spreading again could +not detract from the import of danger they recognized +in Cora’s voice.</p> + +<p>Some one seemed to answer her from the stairway.</p> + +<p>“Don’t! Please don’t! I did not do it! Let +me go! Please do!”</p> + +<p>“What is it, Cora?” called Jack, preparing to +go to her.</p> + +<p>His sister had found a woman in the hallway–a +strange woman who seemed much excited. +Her pleading tones as she confronted Cora +touched the girl’s heart.</p> + +<p>“Don’t let them know I am here–not yet!” +begged the stranger. “I can explain–everything. +Oh, so much depends on this! Please do +as I say!”</p> + +<p>“All right!” said Cora, making a sudden resolve. +“I’ll let you explain.”</p> + +<p>“But keep the others back–they are coming!”</p> + +<p>“I’ll send them back.” Cora took a few steps +toward the door. She could hear some one running +across the garage floor.</p> + +<p>“It’s all right!” cried Cora. “Go back and +fight the fire, boys. I’ll be there in a minute. I +want to get that other extinguisher to make certain. +But I thought a rat―”</p> + +<p>She knew that would be explanation enough for +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_24'></a>24</span> +her cries, and from where they were the boys, +girls, and men now in the garage could not see +her or the strange woman.</p> + +<p>“A rat!” cried Jack, with a laugh, as he heard +his sister’s word. “The idea of being frightened +at a rat in a time of fire!”</p> + +<p>“I guess the rodents will make short tracks,” +was Ed’s opinion. “Come on, we’ve got to give +it a little more, Jack!”</p> + +<p>The boys went back to the fire, Bess, Belle +and Eline, who had taken shelter in the garage, +watching them. It was pouring too hard to stand +outside, and, now that the smoke had mostly disappeared, +there was not much discomfort. The +danger, too, was practically over, as a can of +gasoline that had not burned had been set outside. +There had been really more smoke than fire from +the first.</p> + +<p>Cora went back to the strange woman.</p> + +<p>“You need not be afraid,” spoke the girl, in a +tone that gave encouragement. “We will not +blame you too much–until we have heard your +story. But of course I must know who you +are.”</p> + +<p>“Yes–yes,” answered the woman. She sank +down on the stairs. The place was free of smoke, +and some distance from the blaze. Suddenly the +stranger arose, and clutching Cora’s arm in a +grip that hurt, and that showed the nervous tension +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_25'></a>25</span> +under which she was laboring, she whispered:</p> + +<p>“I know I can trust you–I can tell by your +face. But the–others!” she gasped.</p> + +<p>“Leave it to me,” answered Cora. “I may +be able to think of a way to help you. Go over +into the kitchen, and say Miss Cora sent you. It +is so dark now the others will not see you. +Hurry.”</p> + +<p>With her brain in a whirl–wondering upon +what strange mystery she had stumbled, Cora +thrust the woman forth from the stable. Then, +seeing that she advanced toward the house, the +girl groped her way up the stairs to get the extinguisher. +When she came down the fire was +sufficiently conquered as not to need more attention.</p> + +<p>“Did a rat get you?” asked Jack. “Say, you +do look pale, Sis,” for the electric lights, with +which the garage was illuminated, had been turned +on. Truly Cora seemed white.</p> + +<p>“There are some big ones up there,” she remarked +evasively, wondering if the woman would +really go to the house.</p> + +<p>With unsteady steps the stranger made her way +to the kitchen, where two rather frightened maids +were watching the progress made in fighting the +fire.</p> + +<p>“Miss–Miss Cora told me to come here–and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_26'></a>26</span> +wait for her,” faltered the woman. She +made no effort to ascend the steps of the back +porch.</p> + +<p>“Come right in,” urged Nettie. “Or perhaps +you would rather sit out here and watch. I’ll get +you a chair.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I would–thank you.”</p> + +<p>She walked up and sat down.</p> + +<p>“I–I had rather be out in the air,” she went +on.</p> + +<p>Back in the garage the young people were seeing +that no lingering spark remained.</p> + +<p>“It is all out,” remarked Bess. “Oh, but +we’re so soiled and–and smoky.”</p> + +<p>“Regular bacon,” remarked Jack with a grin. +He looked like a minstrel because of the grime.</p> + +<p>“Oh, wasn’t it a narrow escape!” gasped +Belle. “Could the lightning have struck?”</p> + +<p>“It didn’t seem so,” remarked Cora, not now +so nervous. But she was still puzzled over the +presence of that strange woman in the garage +at the time of the fire.</p> + +<p>“It was gasoline–whatever else it was,” declared +Jack. “I can tell that by the smell. +Maybe some of that we used in an open pan to +clean my machine exploded,” he went on to his +chums.</p> + +<p>“Could it go off by spontaneous combustion?” +asked Ed. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_27'></a>27</span> +“It’s possible,” admitted Walter. “Unless +some one was smoking in here–some tramp.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, no!” protested Cora quickly. The woman +did not seem a tramp–certainly she did not +smoke.</p> + +<p>“We must get the cars back in here,” said +Jack. “The rain is slackening now.” This was +so, for the shower, though severe, had not been +of long duration. “We want them in shape for +to-morrow,” he went on.</p> + +<p>“Are we going after all this?” asked Belle.</p> + +<p>“Certainly!” exclaimed Cora. “This fire +didn’t amount to much.”</p> + +<p>“I’m much obliged to you,” spoke Jack to the +passing workmen who had come in to help. Jack +passed them some money.</p> + +<p>“We’ll help you roll the cars in,” suggested +one.</p> + +<p>“Yes, it will be better to roll them by hand +than take chances on starting them up, and making +sparks,” said Jack. “Come on, boys!”</p> + +<p>“Come on, girls!” echoed Cora. “We’ll go +to the house.”</p> + +<p>While her brother, his chums and the men were +putting the autos back in the garage the girls ran +through the slackening rain to the rear porch. +There Cora found the strange woman sitting, +pathetically weary, in the chair Nettie had +brought out. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_28'></a>28</span> +“Oh–some one is here!” gasped Belle, who +had nearly stumbled over the figure in the darkness. +Then one of the maids opened the kitchen +door, and a flood of light came out on the porch.</p> + +<p>“Wait a minute, girls,” said Cora, in a low +voice. “I think I have a little surprise for you.” +She motioned to the strange woman.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_29'></a>29</span><a id='link_3'></a>CHAPTER III<br /><span class='h2fs'>A STRANGE STORY</span></h2> + +<p>“Come inside,” Cora said, while the others +looked on in amazement. Who could this +strange, elderly woman be? Where had she come +from? And Cora appeared to know her.</p> + +<p>“One of Cora’s charity-cronies,” Ed whispered +to Norton, who stood inquisitively near. “Come +on. She knows how to take care of that sort.” +The boys after putting back the autos had come +on to the house.</p> + +<p>Jack and Walter were evidently of Ed’s opinion, +for they also passed into the house with not +more than a glance at the woman. Bess lingered +near Cora.</p> + +<p>“We will go in here,” Cora said kindly, as +she opened from the kitchen a door that led into +a room used for special occasions, when many +dishes were served. “Then I can have a chance +to talk with you. Perhaps you are hungry?” she +added.</p> + +<p>The woman looked about her as if dazed. +Cora saw that she had a face of rather uncommon +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_30'></a>30</span> +type. Her deep-set gray eyes were faded +to the very tint of her gray hair, and her cheeks, +though sunken, outlined features that indicated refinement. +Her clothes were very much worn, but +comparatively clean and of good material. She +wore no hat, nor other head covering.</p> + +<p>“Yes, I am hungry, I think,” the woman said. +“But I need not keep you from your friends. If +you will just have a cup of tea sent in here to me.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, they don’t mind,” Cora said, with a +laugh. “My friends can be with me any time.” +The other girls had gone to get rid of the grime +of the fire, as had the boys.</p> + +<p>“Very well,” said the woman. “You are so +kind.”</p> + +<p>Cora scarcely heard this for she was out in the +kitchen giving some orders. She soon returned +to the little room, and took a chair opposite her +guest.</p> + +<p>“How did you come to be in the barn?” she +asked.</p> + +<p>“I went in–to rest,” answered the woman +wearily.</p> + +<p>“Of course,” Cora said, as if that were an explanation. +“But I won’t ask you to talk any +more until you have had your tea. There,” as +Nettie placed a tray of refreshment beside her, +“let me give you your tea first, then you will feel +more like talking.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_31'></a>31</span> +The tea was poured when Jack entered. He +looked at Cora questioningly.</p> + +<p>“This woman was out in the storm,” Cora +truthfully explained without making a clear statement, +“and I insisted that she come in.”</p> + +<p>“Why, of course,” assented the good-natured +brother. “But say, Cora,” and he changed the +subject tactfully. “Wasn’t it a good thing mother +was not at home? She would have been scared +to death.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I know we always have to get mother +off first,” she replied. “When we are arranging +a trip I count on–happenings.”</p> + +<p>“This is your brother?” asked the woman, +who seemed to have revived under the influence +of that cup of tea.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” Cora replied. “Have some of the +ham. And some bread.”</p> + +<p>A particularly sharp flash of lightning blazed +through the room. The storm was not over yet. +The three girls from the parlor threw the door of +the pantry open, and stood there with very white +faces. Even Belle, the rosy one, had gone pale +again.</p> + +<p>“Oh, do come in here,” wailed Belle. “I am +so frightened!”</p> + +<p>“With all the others near you?” Cora asked, +smiling. Then, seeing the actual terror of her +friends she did stand up to comply. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_32'></a>32</span> +“I suppose it was the fire,” apologized Eline. +“We are especially nervous to-night.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, do go,” begged the woman, “and when +I have finished, I will show my gratitude by telling +you all a very strange story. One forgets +fear, sometimes, when a matter of deeper interest +is brought up.”</p> + +<p>“Very well,” assented Cora. “I will be back +in a few minutes, and then we will all be primed +for the wonderful story.”</p> + +<p>“What is it?” whispered Jack in the passage-way, +as the girls entered the library.</p> + +<p>“Hush!” Cora cautioned. “I found her–in +the barn.”</p> + +<p>“The barn! Before the fire?” he gasped. +“Did she―?”</p> + +<p>“After it was–going,” Cora managed to say. +Then she put her finger to her lips.</p> + +<p>The young folks, at least the girls, insisted +upon huddling in the very darkest corner of the +room.</p> + +<p>“Don’t go near the phonograph,” cautioned +Eline. “Musical sounds are very dangerous during +a storm, I’ve heard.”</p> + +<p>Then the absurdity of “musical sounds” from +a silent phonograph occurred to her, and she +laughed as quickly as did the others.</p> + +<p>“Well it’s metal at any rate,” she amended, +“and that is just as bad.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_33'></a>33</span> +“Who’s your friend, Cora?” Ed asked, in an +off-hand way.</p> + +<p>“Oh, she is going to tell us a wonderful story,” +put in Bess before Cora could reply. “Wait until +she has finished her tea.”</p> + +<p>“She looks like a deserted wife,” Belle ventured +softly, in her usual strain of romance.</p> + +<p>“What’s the indication?” asked Walter somewhat +facetiously. “Now, do I look anything like +a deserted lover?”</p> + +<p>Cora got up and went out into the pantry +again. She found the woman standing, waiting +for her.</p> + +<p>“I do not know if I was wise or foolish to have +made that promise,” she said. “But as I have +made it I will stand by it. I feel also that to +talk will do me good. And, after all, what have +I to fear more than I have already suffered?”</p> + +<p>“We have no idea of insisting on your confidence,” +Cora assured her. “But, of course, I +would like to know why you went in <i>our</i> garage.”</p> + +<p>“And I fully intend to tell you,” replied the +woman. “Are you all young folks?”</p> + +<p>“Just now, we are alone,” answered Cora. +“We are going away to-morrow, and were finishing +our arrangements when the barn caught fire.”</p> + +<p>“I scarcely look fit to enter your–other room,” +the woman demurred, with a glance at her worn +clothing. “But I assure you I have been no place +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_34'></a>34</span> +where there has been illness, or anything of that +sort.”</p> + +<p>“You are all right,” insisted Cora. “Come +along. I am sure the girls are more frightened +than ever now, for the storm is more furious.” +The thunder and lightning seemed to be having +“a second spasm,” as Jack put it.</p> + +<p>A hush fell upon the little party as the strange +woman entered. Even the careless one, Norton, +looked serious. Somehow the presence of a gray-haired, +lonely woman, in that unusually merry +crowd, seemed almost a painful contrast.</p> + +<p>“Sit here,” said Cora, pulling a chair out in a +convenient position. “And won’t you take off +your cape?”</p> + +<p>“No, thank you,” replied the stranger. “I +must talk while I feel like it, or I might disappoint +you.” This was said with a smile, and the +young folks noted that though the woman showed +agitation, her eyes were now bright, and her voice +firm.</p> + +<p>“Very well,” Cora acceded. Then the woman +told her strange story.</p> + +<p>“Some time ago I was employed in an office. +I had charge of the cataloging of confidential +papers. I had been with the firm only a short +time, when one day,” she paused abruptly, “one +day I was very busy.</p> + +<p>“A big piece of business had just been transacted, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_35'></a>35</span> +and there was a lot of ready cash in the +office. It was my duty to see that the record of +all finished business was entered in the books, and +I was intent upon that task.”</p> + +<p>Again she paused, and in the interval there +came a flame of lightning followed by a roar of +thunder.</p> + +<p>“My, what a storm!” gasped the woman. +“I’m glad I am not out in it.”</p> + +<p>The remark seemed pathetic, and served to +distract the most nervous of the girls from a +fear that they otherwise would have felt.</p> + +<p>“We are glad you are with us,” Belle ventured, +as Cora hastened out into the kitchen, to make +sure that all was right there.</p> + +<p>The maids had been startled. Nettie was assuring +a new girl that thunder storms were never +disastrous in Chelton, but the latter had suddenly +become prayerful, and would not answer the simplest +questions. Assuring herself that Nettie +could take care of the girl and two newly hired +men, who had assembled in the kitchen, Cora +went back to the library.</p> + +<p>“Well, that day,” continued the woman, +“marked my life-doom. As I worked over my +books, and counted the money, I saw two men +standing in the door. A young girl clerk–Nancy +Ford–was nearest to them. As she saw them she +screamed, and darted past them out–out somewhere +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_36'></a>36</span> +in this big world, and I have never been +able to find her since.”</p> + +<p>The woman put up both hands to cover her +pallid face, and sighed heavily. No one spoke. +Eline had shifted her chair, unconsciously, very +near the stranger, and sat with rapt attention +waiting for the continuation of the story.</p> + +<p>“Then,” went on the woman, “when Nancy +Ford was gone I saw the men come toward me! +I screamed, put my hand upon the cash I was +counting–and then–they hit me!”</p> + +<p>“Oh!” gasped Cora, involuntarily. “They +robbed you!”</p> + +<p>“Yes, they robbed me!” repeated the woman. +“Not only of my employer’s money, but of my +reputation, for the story I told afterward was not +believed!”</p> + +<p>“How dreadful!” exclaimed Bess, clasping her +hands.</p> + +<p>The boys, less demonstrative, did not interrupt +with a single syllable. But they were impressed, +nevertheless.</p> + +<p>“Yes, I was discharged! I was shocked into +a nervous collapse, and ever since I have been +searching for Nancy Ford. Why did she run before +any harm was done? Why did she flee at +the sight of the men, who showed no indication of +being robbers? Why did Nancy Ford not return +to clear my name? I went to the hospital and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_37'></a>37</span> +was there for months. Oh, such terrible months! +I was threatened with brain fever, from that mental +searching for Nancy, but she never returned!”</p> + +<p>Belle was stirred to sympathy by the recital, and, +while no one saw her, brushed by the woman’s +chair and slid into the gaping pocket of her cape +her own little silver purse.</p> + +<p>“My name is Margaret Raymond–Mrs. Raymond. +I am a widow,” went on the woman finally, +“and I am not ashamed or afraid now to +have the world know who I am. I loved Nancy: +she was almost like a daughter to me, and I +would have trusted her with anything. But now–she +has deserted me! And no one else can +ever clear my name!”</p> + +<p>“No one else?” Cora repeated.</p> + +<p>“Some of the firm members believed my story, +but it was vague and one could scarcely blame +them for doubting it,” said Mrs. Raymond.</p> + +<p>“Didn’t it look bad for the girl?” Jack asked. +“She ran away?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, it did, but a girl somehow has a better +chance than an old woman,” said Mrs. Raymond +sadly, though she was not so very old. “They +thought she was scared into flight, and afraid to +come back. Oh, when sympathy is on one’s side +it is easy to make excuses! I was on my way +to look for work when the storm overtook me. +I went in your garage. My hat blew away.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_38'></a>38</span>“We will do anything we can to assist you,” +Cora declared. “Your story seems true, and we +have the advantage of some leisure time.”</p> + +<p>“And a good heart, besides brains,” the woman +said emphatically. “My child, you have a great +chance in life. May no misfortunes rob you of +it.”</p> + +<p>The storm had moderated somewhat. The +strain of the strange story made a deep impression +upon the listeners, and the young men, quick +to realize this effect upon their girl friends, now +proposed that they all go outside and see “what +the weather looked like.”</p> + +<p>Anxious to know the prospects for the long auto +tour they were to take on the following morning, +all now hurried to the side porch, leaving the +woman alone.</p> + +<p>“My, isn’t it beautiful!” exclaimed Eline. +“How sweet everything smells!”</p> + +<p>“And that little breeze,” said Ed, “will soon +dry up the mud. I am glad it did not rain longer.”</p> + +<p>“If it did,” added Walter, “we would have +to load up with planks to bridge over the bad +places. Can’t depend on rail fences over where +we’re going.”</p> + +<p>For some time they stood admiring the newly-made +beauties of the wonderful out-doors, then +Cora thought perhaps she might arrange for Mrs. +Raymond to stay in the servants’ quarters over +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_39'></a>39</span> +night. They had left the woman rather abruptly, +she feared.</p> + +<p>Cora asked Jack what he thought, and he +agreed that the woman’s story sounded plausible, +and that it was their duty to do what they could +to assist her, if they could. But he did not seem +very keen.</p> + +<p>With the intention of asking Mrs. Raymond to +remain, Cora left the others and went back to the +library.</p> + +<p>No one was in the room!</p> + +<p>“Perhaps she went into the kitchen,” Cora +thought, opening the door through the hallway +to that room.</p> + +<p>“Where’s Mrs. Raymond; the strange +woman?” she asked Nettie.</p> + +<p>“She did not come out here,” replied the maid. +“Isn’t she with you?”</p> + +<p>“No, we left her in the library,” Cora replied, +and without further inquiry she looked down the +driveway and could just see a vanishing shadow +turn into the road. But it may not have been +Mrs. Raymond.</p> + +<p>“I guess she’s gone,” continued Cora to Nettie. +“And I am sorry, for we wanted to keep her for +the night. Well, I hope the poor creature was +cheered up some. She seemed to need encouragement. +We did all we could, perhaps.”</p> + +<p>“Is she gone?” asked Bess, when they all had +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_40'></a>40</span> +come in again, having satisfied themselves that +fine weather was promised for the morning. “I +hoped she would tell us more about the Ford girl–give +us a description of her, at least. We might +run across her somewhere.”</p> + +<p>“It all seemed rather weird,” said Cora. “But +really we must be on the lookout. Who knows +but we may help unravel the mystery?”</p> + +<p>“But why did the woman hurry off so?” asked +Belle, as if any one present knew.</p> + +<p>“Suppose she thought we might think she +caused the fire,” Ed answered. “It looked +strange for her to be in the barn at that time. +But anyone could see that it was a small explosion–too +much gas somewhere.”</p> + +<p>“Well, all we know about Nancy is her name,” +observed Cora. “We will have to trust to motor +girls’ luck for the rest. But I love a mystery.”</p> + +<p>“Of course,” Eline declared, “if we could +have the wonderful luck to find that girl we might +be able to clear the poor woman’s name. It +looked to me as if the girl was in league with the +robbers when she ran before they entered the +room.”</p> + +<p>“No use speculating,” Cora commented. +“Better finish our arrangements. It’s getting +late.”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_41'></a>41</span><a id='link_4'></a>CHAPTER IV<br /><span class='h2fs'>ON THE ROAD</span></h2> + +<p>There was more “finishing” to be done than +even Cora had thought, and, with her usual habit +of looking after matters, she had counted on much. +But the thunder-shower, the fire, the finding of the +strange woman, and listening to her still more +strange story all combined to make the affair of +getting ready for the trip in the morning no easy +one.</p> + +<p>But Cora was determined to carry out the plans +as agreed on, so when her friends showed a disposition +to delay, and dwell in conversation on the +recent happenings, she “brought them up with a +round turn,” as Jack expressed it.</p> + +<p>“I just can’t get over that queer woman,” observed +Belle, during a lull in the talk, while Cora +was jotting down in a pretty red leather notebook +some matters she did not want to forget. +“She had such–such a patient face.”</p> + +<p>“Maybe she was tired of waiting for a new +one,” suggested Norton, who was usually flippant. +“I’ve heard that ladies can get new faces at these–er–beauty +parlors.”</p> + +<p>“It’s a pity there isn’t some sort of a parlor +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_42'></a>42</span> +where one can get–manners!” murmured Eline. +She seemed to have taken a distinct dislike to the +new young man.</p> + +<p>Belle and Bess, who had overheard the remark, +looked rather askance at Cora’s relative, but said +nothing.</p> + +<p>“Now then!” exclaimed the young hostess, +“since you have all gotten rid of as much of the +effects of the fire as possible, we’ll go over the +main points to be sure nothing will go wrong. +Oh, that’s something I almost forgot. I must +send mamma our address.”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Kimball had gone to Europe for a summer +tour, leaving her daughter and son at home. When +they went to the Cove the house would be in +charge of a care-taker. Cora had not fully determined +on her vacation plans when her mother +went away, and now there was necessity for forwarding +the address.</p> + +<p>“I’ll attend to that the last thing to-night,” +Cora went on. “I’ll send mother a long letter, +and write again as soon as we get settled at the +Cove.”</p> + +<p>“If we ever <i>do</i> get settled,” murmured Walter. +“Say, boys, am I any less–hammy?” and he +sniffed at his coat about which still lingered the +smell of gasoline.</p> + +<p>“You’re of the ham–saltiest–or hammiest!” +declared Ed.</p> + +<div class='poetry'> +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_43'></a>43</span>“You may break, you may burn the garage if you will</p> +<p>The taste of the gasoline stays with it still.”</p> +</div> + +<p>It was Walter who mis-quoted this couplet.</p> + +<p>“Oh, boys, please do be quiet!” begged Cora. +“We will never get anything done if you don’t!”</p> + +<p>“It strikes me we got considerable done a short +time ago, when we put that fire out,” remarked +Jack. Cora looked sharply at him.</p> + +<p>“I’ll be good, Sis–don’t shoot–I’m coming +down,” he exclaimed, and he “slumped” at Eline’s +feet and made a fruitless endeavor to hold her +slim, pretty hand.</p> + +<p>“Stop!” she commanded with a blush.</p> + +<p>“That’s my privilege!” called Ed, as he made +a quick move, but the visitor from the Windy City +escaped by getting behind Bess, who was in the +Roman chair.</p> + +<p>“If you don’t―” began Cora determinedly, +and then she changed her tone. “Please―” +she pleaded.</p> + +<p>“After that–nothing but silence!” came from +Walter. “Go easy, boys!”</p> + +<p>Silence did reign–or, considering the shower, +might one not say “rain” for a moment? Cora +resumed.</p> + +<p>“We are to start as early in the morning as +possible,” she said. “I figured–or rather Jack +and Ed did–that the trip to Sandy Point Cove +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_44'></a>44</span> +would take about three days–perhaps four if–if +anything happened like tire trouble. But we +are in no hurry, and we can spend five days on the +road if we like.</p> + +<p>“My cousin, Mrs. Fordam, will go along with +us as a chaperone, so that stopping at hotels will +be perfectly–proper.”</p> + +<p>“I thought it was always proper to stop at +a hotel–when you had the price!” ventured +Jack.</p> + +<p>“You don’t understand,” declared his sister, +giving him a look. “So Cousin Mary will be +on the trip with us. I guess you all know her, +except Eline and Norton. She’s jolly and funny.”</p> + +<p>“Why can’t she go right on to the Cove with +us, and chaperone there, too?” Belle wanted to +know.</p> + +<p>“Because Mamma’s aunt–Mrs. Susan Chester–is +to look after us there. You’ll like Aunt +Susan, I’m sure.”</p> + +<p>“Are we to call her that?” Ed asked.</p> + +<p>“Of course–she won’t mind,” spoke Cora. +“Well, as I said, we’ll go to the Cove–taking +whatever time we please. There are two bungalows +there, you know, and we girls are to have +the larger one, so―”</p> + +<p>“Well, I like that!” cried Jack, sitting up. +“As if we fellows could dress in a band-box.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, your place is plenty big enough–you +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_45'></a>45</span> +know it is!” retorted his sister. “And you know +when you and I went down to look at them you +said you liked the smaller one best, anyhow.”</p> + +<p>“Did I?” inquired Jack, slightly bewildered.</p> + +<p>“You certainly did!”</p> + +<p>“Now will you be good?” laughed Walter.</p> + +<p>“We girls need more room anyhow,” was the +opinion of Bess, calmly given.</p> + +<p>“Nothing more to say,” declared Ed, sententiously. +“I know how many dresses each of you +is going to take now. Slay on, Macbeth!” and +he closed his eyes resignedly.</p> + +<p>“Everything will be ready for us at the bungalows,” +went on Cora. “Aunt Susan has promised +to see to that.”</p> + +<p>“How about–er–grub–not to put too fine +a point upon it?” asked Jack.</p> + +<p>“The refreshments will be there,” Cora answered, +pointedly.</p> + +<p>“Oh my! Listen to that!” mocked Ed.</p> + +<p>“We’ll have to put on our glad rags for dinner +every night, fellows–notice that–I said dinner! +Ahem!”</p> + +<p>“Please be quiet!” begged Cora. “Now +we’re at the bungalows,” and she consulted her +list.</p> + +<p>“Come out for a swim” cried Walter, imitating +a seal, and barking like one.</p> + +<p>“I mean in imagination,” added Cora. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_46'></a>46</span> +“There, I think that is all. Our trunks and suit +cases are nearly packed, Cousin Mary will be +here later to-night, ready to start in the morning +with us. Our route is all mapped out, and I guess +we can count on a good time.”</p> + +<p>“Are the bungalows near the beach?” asked +Eline.</p> + +<p>“Almost on it,” answered Cora. “At high +tide and with the wind on shore the spray comes +on the porches!”</p> + +<p>“Oh dear!” exclaimed Belle, apprehensively. +“I know―”</p> + +<p>“You’re going to learn to swim, you promised!” +cried Cora. “Can anyone think of anything +else?”</p> + +<p>They all could, and promptly proceeded to do +so, a perfect babel of talk ensuing. Some forgotten +points were jotted down and then, as it +was getting late, the young people dispersed, +promising to meet early in the morning. It had +stopped raining when they went out, so there was +no need to hunt up umbrellas.</p> + +<p>“Cora,” said Jack, a bit solemnly, as he was +helping her lock up for the night, “was there anything +about that strange woman that you didn’t +tell us?”</p> + +<p>“Not a thing, Jack, except that I discovered +her in the stairway that time I screamed, and I let +you think it was a rat. Then I told her to hurry +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_47'></a>47</span> +in the house without being seen. I saw she was +in no condition to talk then. That was all.”</p> + +<p>“Good for you, Sis. You managed it all right. +But I would like to get at the bottom of her +trouble.”</p> + +<p>“So would I. Perhaps we may–later. Good-night,” +and they separated.</p> + +<p>The next day was all that could be wished for. +The sun shone with revived and determined energy, +as it always seems to after a rain, when it +“has been deprived of its proper set the night +before,” to quote Jack. The roads had dried up +nicely, and everything pointed to a most delightful +trip.</p> + +<p>An investigation by Jack in the daytime proved +that the fire had done very little damage to the +barn. A close inspection seemed to indicate that +spontaneous combustion of some gasoline carelessly +left in an open can had caused it. Jack’s +car was not enough scorched to be more than +barely noticeable from the rear.</p> + +<p>Cousin Mary had arrived on time, and helped +Cora get ready. Jack ran the three cars out of +the stable before his friends arrived, and had +them ready for the passengers. Gasoline and oil +tanks had been filled the day before, and the motors +gone over to insure as perfect service as possible. +Tires had also been looked after.</p> + +<p>Jack and Ed were to go together in the former’s +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_48'></a>48</span> +<i>Get There</i>, Cora, in her big maroon <i>Whirlwind</i> +would have Eline as her passenger, the tonneau +being taken up with luggage.</p> + +<p>Norton Randolf, who owned a small, but powerful +car, had invited Walter to go with him, Norton +being included in the invitation to go “bungaloafing +by the sea,” as Jack characterized it. +He was really good company after one had become +used to some of his mannerisms. The +Robinson twins, of course, would use their own +car. The girls, including Cora, were no longer +amateur motorists, but could drive their machines +with a skill equal to that of the boys.</p> + +<p>Norton arrived soon after Walter and Ed, coming +up in his car, which was kept in a public garage.</p> + +<p>“Where is your cousin going to ride, Cora?” +asked Belle, as they hurried the final preparations. +“I don’t see how you can get her in your +machine, with those trunks and things in the tonneau.”</p> + +<p>“That’s so!” exclaimed Cora, with a tragic +gesture. “I knew I had forgotten something. I +had down on my notes ‘Cousin Mary–where?’ +and I took it to mean where would I put her to +sleep. I see now it was where should I put her +to ride.”</p> + +<p>“Let her come with us!” exclaimed Bess. +“You can take one of our suit cases in your car, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_49'></a>49</span> +and that will leave plenty of room for your +cousin.”</p> + +<p>“I guess that’s all we can do now,” said +Cora. “Oh, dear, I thought I had fixed everything!”</p> + +<p>“Don’t fuss, my dear!” exclaimed Mrs. Fordam. +“It will be all right. Your car is so big +that I’m really afraid of it.”</p> + +<p>So it was arranged, and when a few other forgotten +matters had been settled, Cora gave the +last instructions to the care-taker of the Kimball +home, and blew a blast on her auto horn as a +signal to start.</p> + +<p>“At last we are off!” sighed Eline, as she sat +beside Cora. “It seems as if time moves slowest +of all at the end.”</p> + +<p>“It really does,” agreed Cora. “I’m glad +we are able to start. When I saw that blaze in +the garage–Oh, my dear, you’ve no idea how my +heart sank. It almost stopped beating.”</p> + +<p>“I can imagine so. What a pretty suit you +have,” and she glanced admiringly at Cora’s smart +motoring costume. It was a light biscuit shade, +of a material that would stand wear, and not show +the stains of travel.</p> + +<p>“Your own is fully as pretty–perhaps a little +too nice,” returned Cora. Eline had made rather +elaborate preparations for her Eastern trip, as +regarded dress. But she was within good taste, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_50'></a>50</span> +for she ran much to harmonizing shades–perhaps +too much so.</p> + +<p>“Are we going at this snail’s pace all day?” +cried Jack to his sister. “Can’t you move +faster?”</p> + +<p>“We want the good people of Chelton to have +a chance to admire us,” called Belle.</p> + +<p>“Shall we pass her?” asked Norton of Walter. +“My car can easily get ahead of the <i>Whirlwind</i>.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t do it,” Walter advised. “I don’t believe +Cora would like it. And really, she arranged +this affair, so she ought to make the pace.”</p> + +<p>“All right,” assented the new lad, and he had +the good sense to see the wisdom of the advice.</p> + +<p>They passed the Robinson home, the twins waving +and being waved at, and then the four autos +turned out on the main road that led into a glorious +country–a country doubly glorious this morning +because of the rain of the night before.</p> + +<p>They were really on the road at last, and as +Cora glanced down it, her gloved hands firm on +the steering wheel, she could not help wondering +if it was this road that the strange and perhaps +misunderstood woman had taken when she fled so +silently from the Kimball house. Also Cora wondered +if she would ever meet her again. The +chances were against it and yet―</p> + +<p>“Really so many strange things have happened +to us on some of our auto trips,” she explained +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_51'></a>51</span> +to Eline as they talked it over, “that I would +not be surprised if we did see her again–and +perhaps―”</p> + +<p>“Even that Nancy Ford!” supplied Eline.</p> + +<p>“Oh, that would be too much to expect, my +dear!” said Cora, with a laugh. “We turn +here!” she added, “just hold out your hand, +Eline.”</p> + +<p>“Hold out my hand?” Eline asked, wonderingly, +as she stretched it straight out in front of +her. “What for?”</p> + +<p>“No, I mean out at the side of the car,” explained +Cora. “It is a sign to whoever is coming +behind that you are going to turn. It prevents +accidents.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I see,” and this time the Chicago girl +did it properly.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_52'></a>52</span><a id='link_5'></a>CHAPTER V<br /><span class='h2fs'>A FLOCK OF SHEEP</span></h2> + +<p>“What a delightful road!”</p> + +<p>“Isn’t it splendid!”</p> + +<p>“Too perfect!”</p> + +<p>It was Cora who made the first remark, Eline +who answered and the Robinson twins who chorused +the third. The highway was so wide, and +there was so little traffic thus early in the morning, +that the two cars could run side by side. On high +gear with the gas throttled down they made +scarcely any noise, so that conversation was possible.</p> + +<p>“I don’t know what I have done to enjoy such +pleasure,” said Mrs. Fordam.</p> + +<p>“Are you really enjoying it, Cousin Mary?” +inquired Cora.</p> + +<p>“Indeed I am, my dear! I wouldn’t have +missed it for a good deal. I never knew before +how delightful it was to be chaperone to such +nice girls.”</p> + +<p>“I’m sorry I can’t stop steering long enough +to pass you a chocolate candy!” exclaimed Bess. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_53'></a>53</span> +“Belle, you will have to do it for me. Such +compliments!”</p> + +<p>“No, I really mean it,” declared Mrs. Fordam, +earnestly.</p> + +<p>“Wait until the boys begin to cut up,” warned +Cora.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I know Jack of old,” returned the chaperone. +“He can’t do anything very bad.”</p> + +<p>“They seem to be hatching up some sort of a +plot back there,” remarked Eline, as she looked +to the rear where Jack’s gaudy red and yellow +car was careening alongside the <i>Beetle</i>–that +owned by Norton. It had been so christened because +of its low, rakish appearance, and the fact +that it was painted a dead black. It was not a +pretty car, but it had speed, as Norton often +boasted.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I’ve no doubt they will do something,” +conceded Belle. “But we can do things too!”</p> + +<p>They ran on for some distance, this stretch +of the road being particularly fine. They were +under a perfect arch of maple trees, which, being +planted on either side of the road, mingled their +branches over the centre, affording a delightful +shade. It was needed, too, in a measure, for the +sun, creeping higher and higher in the blue sky, +was sending down beams of heat, as well as light. +There was gentle wind, which was accentuated by +the motion of the machines.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_54'></a>54</span>“Is it hard to learn to drive a car?” asked +Eline, as Bess and Belle combined in telling Mrs. +Fordam something of the excitement of the previous +night, she not having arrived until it was +over.</p> + +<p>“It is, my dear, at first,” Cora explained. +“Then it all seems to come to you at once. Why +you’d never believe it, but first I used to imagine +I was going to hit everything on the road. I +gave objects such a wide berth that everyone +laughed at me. But I did not want to take +chances. Now watch!”</p> + +<p>She speeded up a little, and turning to one side +seemed to be headed straight for a tree.</p> + +<p>“Oh!” screamed Eline, and Bess and Belle +echoed the cry.</p> + +<p>“There!” cried Cora, as she skillfully passed +it, far enough off for safety, as even the most +careful motorist would admit, but near enough +to make an amateur nervous. “You see what +it is to have confidence,” she added to Eline.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” was the somewhat doubtful comment.</p> + +<p>“Cora, dear, I wouldn’t take those risks if I +were you,” rebuked her Cousin Mary, gently.</p> + +<p>“Oh, it wasn’t a risk at all! I had perfect +control. I just wanted to show Eline what practice +will do. I am going to teach her to drive.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll never learn!” was the nervous protest.</p> + +<p>The road narrowed about a mile farther on, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_55'></a>55</span> +but before the cars lengthened out into single file +again, Belle asked:</p> + +<p>“Where are we to lunch, Cora?”</p> + +<p>“I planned on stopping at Mooreville. There +is a nice, home-like restaurant there. We’ll be +in Churchton soon, and we can stop there and +’phone in to have a meal ready for a party of +nine.”</p> + +<p>“That would be a good idea.”</p> + +<p>Churchton was soon reached, and Jack found +he had a puncture. While he stopped to put a +new inner tube into service Cora got the restaurant +on the wire and made arrangements.</p> + +<p>“Now will you please be good?” Jack begged +of his car, when the tire had been pumped up +again. “This is a bad beginning for you, old +<i>Get There</i>.”</p> + +<p>“If it makes good you can tack on another title +when we’re in Chelton again,” suggested Ed.</p> + +<p>“What?”</p> + +<p>“Call it <i>Get There and Back</i>.”</p> + +<p>“I believe I will!” laughed Jack. “Sorry to +delay you,” he said to the others, for they waited +for him after Cora had finished telephoning.</p> + +<p>“It’s all right,” spoke Walter, good-naturedly. +“We have plenty of time.”</p> + +<p>Once more they were under way. The road +was now not so good, and in places positively bad. +But they knew they would soon be on better +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_56'></a>56</span> +ground, and on a fine highway leading into Mooreville.</p> + +<p>Later they were on a narrow thoroughfare, so +narrow, and with such deep ditches on either side, +that it would take no small skill to pass another +vehicle in certain places. Then, as Cora made a +turn, the road ahead being hidden by a thick +growth of trees, she saw straggling along the +highway a big flock of sheep, tended by a man +and two beautiful collie dogs. The fleecy animals +straggled and spread out over the whole +road.</p> + +<p>“Oh dear!” Cora cried, as she slowed down. +“Isn’t this provoking! We can’t get past them.”</p> + +<p>“Why not?” asked Eline.</p> + +<p>“Because they are so–so straggly. They +take up the whole road, and if I tried to pass I’d +be sure to run over one of them. Oh! what a +shame!</p> + +<p>“We’ve got to take it slowly!” she called back +to the twins, who were just behind her. “I can’t +take a chance of threading my way through all +these animals.”</p> + +<p>“This is tough luck!” complained Jack, as he +saw what the trouble was.</p> + +<p>The herder looked up stolidly, puffing on a +short pipe, and called to one of the dogs, who +leaped off to drive back into the flock a sheep +that showed a propensity to lag behind.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_57'></a>57</span>“Can’t you try to pass them?” asked Eline. +“I’m sure you could do it.”</p> + +<p>“I’d rather not,” answered Cora.</p> + +<p>“Don’t you dare!” cautioned Bess, who heard +what was said.</p> + +<p>“But we’ll be late for lunch–and it has been +ordered,” wailed Belle. “And I’m so hungry!”</p> + +<p>Cora resolved on an appeal.</p> + +<p>“Do you think you could drive your sheep to +one side, and keep them there until we passed?” +she asked the man. “It will take us only a minute +to shoot by.”</p> + +<p>“It would be a risky undertaking miss,” the +herder answered respectfully enough. “Sheep is +queer critters. You think you’ve got ’em just +where you want ’em, when, all to once they break +out, and if one goes the others follow.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I know!” Cora was genuinely distressed. +“But we simply must get past!” she exclaimed. +“Can’t you think of a way?” She looked ahead +at the sheep. There were a hundred or more–quite +a flock. The herder took off his cap and +scratched his head reflectively–looking the while +meditatively at his pipe.</p> + +<p>“It might be done–it might,” he murmured.</p> + +<p>Cora brought her car to a stop.</p> + +<p>“Oh!” cried Bess and Belle together, and Bess, +who was driving, jammed on the foot and emergency +brake quicker than she ever had in her life +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_58'></a>58</span> +before. As it was her fender struck the rear tires +of Cora’s car.</p> + +<p>“Oh dear!” wailed Eline, clutching at Cora, +while Belle, recovering from her momentary +fright, had the presence of mind to raise her arm +in the air as a signal for the boys to come to a +halt.</p> + +<p>“Cora Kimball!” cried Bess. “What did you +stop so suddenly for, and not signal us? We +might have broken your car!”</p> + +<p>“I’m sorry. But I just thought of something, +so didn’t think of signalling. Any damage done?”</p> + +<p>“No, but there might have been.”</p> + +<p>“All right then. Will you please come here?” +she called to the man. “I want to speak to you–that +is, if the sheep will be all right.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, miss, the dogs will look after ’em,” and, +calling a command to the intelligent collies, he +advanced toward Cora’s car.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_59'></a>59</span><a id='link_6'></a>CHAPTER VI<br /><span class='h2fs'>JACK IS LOST</span></h2> + +<p>“How many sheep have you?” asked Cora.</p> + +<p>“Well, there’s just a hundred and ten, miss. I +had a hundred and ’leven, but one died on me,” +the man explained.</p> + +<p>“What is this–a class in arithmetic?” inquired +Jack, who had left his car and come up to where +his sister sat in hers.</p> + +<p>“Now, Jack–please―” she said.</p> + +<p>“And how much farther does this road go before―”</p> + +<p>“The road doesn’t go–it stays right here!” +chuckled her brother.</p> + +<p>“Stop it!” she commanded in such a tone that +he knew she meant it.</p> + +<p>“How far before there is a cross-road into +which you could turn your sheep?” went on Cora, +fixing the man with what Jack said afterward was +“a cold and fishy glance.”</p> + +<p>“A matter of four mile, miss.”</p> + +<p>“I thought so. Then we’d have to tag along +behind you all that distance, losing time, and―”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_60'></a>60</span>“To say nothing of swallowing all that dust!” +exclaimed Belle, pointing to a cloud of it that hung +over the flock of sheep, which the dogs were skillfully +herding. “Oh, it’s awful!”</p> + +<p>“That’s why I’ve thought of a way out,” spoke +Cora.</p> + +<p>“Then <i>out</i> with it, Sis!” exclaimed the irrepressible +Jack. Once more his sister turned her +attention to him–this time it was only a look, +but it sufficed.</p> + +<p>“Do you see that field over there?” asked Cora +of the sheep man, pointing to one rich and luxuriant +in deep, green grass.</p> + +<p>“Yes, miss, I see it,” and he pointed with the +stem of his pipe to be sure he made no mistake.</p> + +<p>“Yes. Well, now, could you take your sheep +in there, and keep them–er–quiet–until we +passed in our autos. You see it is impossible for +us to get by on the road, for even if you did get +the animals to one side one might leap out, under +the wheels of a car and there would be an accident.”</p> + +<p>“I see, miss. The sheep might be killed.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, and we’d be wrecked,” growled Jack. +“What’s the game, Sis? If we stay here much +longer that dinner will be eaten by some one else.”</p> + +<p>“Be quiet Jack–please! Now could you not +drive your sheep into the field?” she asked. +“Then we could get past. Of course we might +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_61'></a>61</span> +turn around and go back to some other road, +but it would delay us. Could you?”</p> + +<p>Certainly no mere man could withstand the +appealing glance thrown at this humble sheep herder. +He capitulated.</p> + +<p>“I guess I could do it, miss. But what if the +man who owns this field was to see me? You see +I’m a stranger in these parts–I’m only hired to +drive these sheep to the man that bought them.”</p> + +<p>“I see. Well, if we gave you a dollar or so, +you could give it to the man who owns that pasture +in case he made objection. It would be worth +two dollars to get past.”</p> + +<p>“More,” Jack framed with his lips, but he did +not speak aloud, being a careful and frugal youth.</p> + +<p>“The sheep could not eat much grass in the +short time you drove them into the field, kept +them there until we got past, and then let ’em out +again; could they?” she asked, with a winning +smile.</p> + +<p>“No, miss, I guess I can do it. Sheep is queer. +They is easily frightened, and maybe it would be +the best way. Why, only last night, when I had +turned ’em into a pasture they near ran off on me.”</p> + +<p>“Why?” asked Jack, rather idly.</p> + +<p>“Well, you see it was this way. I had ’em all +settled for the night, a matter of several miles +back, when a woman came running along the road. +She was takin’ on somethin’ bad, cryin’ like, and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_62'></a>62</span> +mutterin’ ‘Kin I ever find her? Kin I ever find +her?’ You see―”</p> + +<p>“Was that what she said?” cried Cora excitedly.</p> + +<p>“She did, miss!”</p> + +<p>“What sort of a woman was she?” With +her eyes Cora signalled to Jack to remain quiet. +She knew the girls would.</p> + +<p>“Well, I couldn’t rightly say, miss, as it was so +dark right after the storm. But before I knew +what she was doin’ she had come into the pasture +that I hired for the sheep over night, and run +toward a hay stack. She stumbled over a lamb, +fell down, the dogs barked, and it took all I could +do to quiet them sheep.”</p> + +<p>“What became of the woman?” asked Cora, +making a motion with her lips to signify that she +thought her the same mysterious one who had +been in her barn.</p> + +<p>“Well, she was real sorry for having made me +so much trouble, and it <i>was</i> trouble. She said she +didn’t see the sheep in the field, and she was as +scar’t as they was, I reckon. I asked her what she +was doin’ out and she said looking for a girl.”</p> + +<p>“A girl?” asked Jack, sharply.</p> + +<p>“Yes. I ast her if it was her girl–thinkin’ +she might be a farmer’s wife from around there, +but she didn’t say any more. Only she kept sort +of moanin’ like, an’ sayin’ as how her life was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_63'></a>63</span> +spoilt, an’ how if she could only find a girl–well, +I couldn’t make much head or tail of it, an’ anyhow +I was worried about the sheep, for one got +torn on a barbed wire fence. But I was sorry +for the woman. I ast her if she intended to +spend the night out-doors, and she said yes.</p> + +<p>“I couldn’t hardly stand for that–for by her +voice I could tell she wasn’t a common kind. So +I ast her if she had any money. I was goin’ +to give her some myself, so she could get a night’s +lodging anyhow. She put her hand in her pocket–sort +of absent-minded like, and then she got a +surprise, I guess, for she pulled out a silver purse, +that she didn’t seem to expect to find there. I +could see it plain for I was lightin’ my pipe just +then to quiet my nerves.”</p> + +<p>“A silver purse?” cried Cora.</p> + +<p>“Ahem!” coughed Belle, meaningly, and Cora, +looking at her, understood there was something to +be told–later.</p> + +<p>“Yes, a silver purse,” went on the man. “She +didn’t appear to know she had it, and when she +opened it and saw some bills and silver, she was +more struck than ever. She said something about +not knowing it was there, and then she cried out: +‘Oh, it must have been them dear girls! God +bless ’em!’ That’s the words she used, miss. +I remember ’em well.”</p> + +<p>The others had left their cars now, and come +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_64'></a>64</span> +up to hear the recital. The boys looked meaningly +at one another, and the girls exchanged +glances.</p> + +<p>“What happened next?” asked Cora.</p> + +<p>“Why, nothin’ much, miss. You see the woman +had money though she didn’t know it, which +I took to be queer. But it wa’n’t none of my +affair. She gave me good-night and went back +to the road, walkin’ off in the direction of the +town. I guess she got lodging all right–she +could go to a hotel with that money. It was more +than I carry. But the sheep was all right by then, +quieted down, so I left ’em to my dogs and crawled +under the hay. I slept good, too.</p> + +<p>“But now, miss, I want to oblige you an’ your +friends, so I’ll just drive my animals into that +field. I don’t believe the owner will care.”</p> + +<p>“Well, take this in case he does,” said Cora, +passing over a two-dollar bill. “Get ready now, +people!” she cried gaily. “We’re going to +move!”</p> + +<p>With the aid of the beautiful collies, who +seemed to be able to do everything but talk, the +herder drove his sheep through the lowered bars +of the pasture.</p> + +<p>Then, with the bars up again, so they could not +come out, the man waved for the auto to proceed, +swinging his cap at the boys and girls in token +of good will. Cora’s <i>Whirlwind</i> speeded up, followed +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_65'></a>65</span> +by the others, and soon they were on the +broad, level highway that led to Mooreville.</p> + +<p>“Cora, I simply must speak or I’ll―” began +Bess.</p> + +<p>“Don’t burst!” cautioned Jack, running his car +up alongside his sister’s. The road was wide +enough for three for a short distance.</p> + +<p>“Wasn’t that the same woman who was at your +house?” went on Bess.</p> + +<p>“I’m sure of it,” assented Cora. “Only I +didn’t want to speak of it before him, Poor +creature! What a plight to be in! No place to +stay!”</p> + +<p>“But that silver purse!” cried Bess. “And +the money―” She stopped suddenly and +looked at her sister. “Belle Robinson, you never +gave that to her!” she cried.</p> + +<p>“Yes I did,” admitted Belle. “I slipped it +into the pocket of her cloak. I could see she +needed it.”</p> + +<p>“‘Bread upon the waters,’” quoted Cora. “I +was wondering where she got it when the man +mentioned it. To think of hearing about her +again. Girls, I’m sure she must be, in some way, +tragically mixed up in our lives. We are destined +to meet her again, I’m sure.”</p> + +<p>“Well, I can’t afford another silver purse,” said +Belle, smiling. “It will have to be plain leather +next time.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_66'></a>66</span>“We’ll all chip in,” declared Jack.</p> + +<p>“Well, we must make time now,” asserted +Cora.</p> + +<p>They found a rather anxious restaurant keeper +looking down the road up which they came, but +he became all smiles when he saw the merry party, +and soon they were sitting down to a plain, but +well-cooked and substantial meal. And they all +had appetites, too!</p> + +<p>“We will spend the night at the Mansion +House, in Fairport,” spoke Cora, consulting a list +after dinner. “I will telephone for rooms.”</p> + +<p>“Perhaps you had better let me,” suggested +Cousin Mary, and she made the arrangements +over the wire.</p> + +<p>Once more they were under way again, and +all went well until Jack shouted that his tire had +gone flat and would have to be pumped up.</p> + +<p>“Go ahead–don’t wait for us!” he called to +his sister. “We can speed up and catch you.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t take the wrong road,” Cora cautioned, +and then Jack and Ed got out the repair kit. The +work took them longer than they had expected, +and it was getting dusk when they were ready to +proceed.</p> + +<p>“We’ll never make it before dark, old man,” +said Ed.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I guess we will. I’m going to fracture +some speed limits,” and Jack opened wide the +throttle. The <i>Get There</i> did make good time, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_67'></a>67</span> +but it was not worthy of its name. For, after +going for some time, Jack felt that he must +be nearing Fairport. He got out to look at a sign +post, lighting a match to distinguish the directions. +Then he uttered an expression of dismay.</p> + +<p>“What is it?” asked Ed, anxiously. “Something +else gone wrong, Jack?”</p> + +<p>“Yes–<i>we’ve</i> gone wrong!”</p> + +<p>“How so?”</p> + +<p>“Why, we’re on the Belleville turnpike, and to +my certain knowledge we’re about fifteen miles +off the right road for Fairport. I thought that +fellow we asked, about sunset, didn’t seem very +sure of his directions. He told us wrong–maybe +not on purpose–but wrong just the same. Ed, +old man, we are lost in a dismal country with night +coming on. Please groan and shiver for me, +while I think of the proper thing to say. We’re +lost!”</p> + +<p>“Well, the only thing to do is to go back,” +remarked Ed, philosophically. “Come on. Luckily +the roads are good.”</p> + +<p>“Hark! Some one is coming!” exclaimed +Jack, as he heard footfalls on the hard highway. +“I’ll ask him. Maybe there’s a short cut to +Fairport.”</p> + +<p>The figure advanced out of the darkness into +the glare of the lights on Jack’s car. Then he +exclaimed involuntarily:</p> + +<p>“It’s a girl!”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_68'></a>68</span><a id='link_7'></a>CHAPTER VII<br /><span class='h2fs'>WORRIES</span></h2> + +<p>“Where shall we leave our cars?” asked Belle.</p> + +<p>“There’s a garage just around the corner from +the hotel,” answered Cora. “We can have the +man look the machines over, too, and see that +there is plenty of gasoline and oil. Then we won’t +have to worry.”</p> + +<p>The three cars had drawn up in front of the +Mansion House at Fairport, following a pleasant +run after the sheep episode. Jack and Ed, of +course, were not present, and of them more presently. +They were having, as Jack might express +it, “their own troubles.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, but I’m warm and dusty!” exclaimed +Eline as she “flopped” from the car to the sidewalk. +Flopped is the only word that properly +expresses it.</p> + +<p>“Then you’re not much used to motoring,” remarked +Cora with a smile, as she disengaged herself +from the steering wheel. “It is tiring, at +first, but one soon becomes used to it. How did +you like it, Cousin Mary?”</p> + +<p>“It was delightful, my dear, purely delightful; +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_69'></a>69</span> +but I will own that I shall be glad to walk again.” +She alighted from the car of the twins. The two +sisters got down, and Belle went around to look at +one of the rear tires. She had a suspicion, +amounting to a conviction, that it had gone flat. +It had.</p> + +<p>“I’ll let the garage man attend to it,” she said. +“I’m too anxious now to get some nice warm +water, soap and a large towel.”</p> + +<p>“Me for a large, juicy towel!” exclaimed Walter, +coming up with Norton. “Will you have +yours boiled or stewed?”</p> + +<p>“Silly! I don’t call that a joke!”</p> + +<p>“You don’t need to; it comes without calling.”</p> + +<p>“That’s worse,” declared Bess, trying to get +some of the road dust off her face with a very +small handkerchief.</p> + +<p>“Well, we’re here, anyhow!” put in Norton, +“I don’t think much of the hotel, though.”</p> + +<p>“It will do very nicely,” answered Cora somewhat +coldly. She was not quite sure whether she +was going to like Norton or not. He did not +seem to improve upon acquaintance, and she was +a little sorry that Jack had asked him on the trip. +Still, she reflected, one can easily be mistaken about +boys. Perhaps his flippant manner might be due +to nervousness, or a diffidence in not knowing how +to say the right thing at the right time.</p> + +<p>“We’re here–because we’re here!” exclaimed +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_70'></a>70</span> +Walter. “That’s more than can be said for +Jack and Ed.”</p> + +<p>“Are they in sight?” asked Cora, looking +down the long straight road–the main street of +Fairport–by which they had entered the town.</p> + +<p>“Not yet,” answered Bess. “Oh, do let’s get +into the hotel!” she exclaimed. “A crowd is +collecting, and I do so want a drink of cold +water.”</p> + +<p>“Hot tea for me,” spoke Belle. “Hot tea +with a slice of lemon in it.”</p> + +<p>“Since Belle went to that Russian tea-fest last +winter she always takes lemon in her tea,” explained +her sister. “Ugh! I can’t bear it!” +Bess was nothing if not certain in her likes and +dislikes.</p> + +<p>“It’s really the only way to drink tea, my +dear,” said Belle, with an affected society drawl. +“It’s so–so mussy with cream and sugar in it,” +and she spread out her hands in ęsthetic horror–or +something to simulate that.</p> + +<p>“I think I shall be satisfied with just plain tea,” +voiced Cora, as she took another look down the +road for her brother. “Come on, girls–and +boys!” she added.</p> + +<p>A little throng was beginning to gather in front +of the hotel, somewhat blocking the sidewalk, for +the sight of the cars drawn up in front of the +hostel and perhaps the sight of the four–well, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_71'></a>71</span> +it might as well be said–pretty motor girls, had +attracted attention.</p> + +<p>“Shoo–shoo–chickens!” exclaimed Mrs. +Fordam with a laugh as she brought up back of +the girls. “Let’s get in and freshen up for supper.”</p> + +<p>“Dinner!” cried Walter. “It’s not allowed +to say supper on this tour. Dinner; isn’t it, +Cora?”</p> + +<p>“As you like,” she assented a bit wearily, for +now, after the excitement of the day, the work +and worry, much of which had necessarily fallen +to her, Cora was beginning to feel the reaction. +The fire, too, and the strange woman, all had +added to it. But she knew they could have a good +rest that evening.</p> + +<p>“Jack must be having trouble with that tire,” +she went on, as they entered the hotel. “I think +he had better put on an entirely new one.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, he’ll be here pretty soon,” said Walter. +“Really we haven’t been here long, and we ought +to allow him half an hour anyway. The <i>Get +There</i> will go―”</p> + +<p>“Once it does go,” interrupted Norton. “I +wonder where we register?”</p> + +<p>“There’s the desk,” said Walter, pointing to +where the hotel clerk stood behind the counter +waiting for the party. He smiled a welcome.</p> + +<p>“I’ll register for the girls,” said Mrs. Fordam. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_72'></a>72</span> +“I want to see how the rooms are arranged before +we commit ourselves to them.”</p> + +<p>The suite was satisfactory and soon the girls +had gone to their apartments, their suit cases +having been brought up by the bell boys. Walter +and Norton, after putting their names down on +the register, took the three cars to the garage +around the corner, leaving them there for the +night.</p> + +<p>“Unless we want to take a little spin this evening,” +suggested Norton, as they were on their way +back to the hotel.</p> + +<p>“I guess the girls will be too tired,” returned +Walter. “We might take in a show, however. +That would be restful.”</p> + +<p>“Not any moving pictures!” exclaimed Norton, +hastily. “I’m dead sick of them.”</p> + +<p>“So am I. There are a couple of good +theatres in town, I think. However, we’ll leave +it to the girls.”</p> + +<p>“Did you see anything of Jack?” asked Cora, +anxiously, as the two young men came in. There +was a worried look in her eyes.</p> + +<p>“No, he hasn’t come yet,” answered Walter. +“But it’s early yet. Dinner won’t be served for +an hour, the clerk told me. Say, you girls look +all right!” and there was genuine admiration in +his eyes.</p> + +<p>“Why shouldn’t we?” asked Eline. She had +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_73'></a>73</span> +put on a fawn-colored dress that set off her complexion +wonderfully well. Cora had put on her +new brown, while Belle in blue and Bess in mauve +added to the charm. The girls had freshened +their complexion with cold cream and a thorough +rinsing, and all traces of the rather dusty trip +had been removed.</p> + +<p>“It’s up to us for our glad rags,” said Norton. +“Come on, Walter. There’s no use letting them +carry off all the honors,” and he started for the +elevator.</p> + +<p>“I wish you’d give just a look, and see if Jack +isn’t coming,” went on Cora. “I’m really a little +worried. He may have had an accident.”</p> + +<p>“Now don’t you go to worrying,” counseled +Walter, in his best brotherly manner. “Jack +and Ed can take care of themselves, all right.”</p> + +<p>“No, don’t worry,” went on Mrs. Fordam. +“It will spoil your pleasure, Cora.”</p> + +<p>“But I just can’t help it. Come on, girls, we’ll +get our wraps and go outside. I simply can’t sit +still.”</p> + +<p>“No, we had plenty of sitting all day,” admitted +Bess. “I believe it would be nice to walk +up and down out in front for a change. It’s +rather stuffy in here,” and she glanced about a +typical hotel parlor.</p> + +<p>“All right, go ahead and we’ll be with you in +a little while,” directed Walter, he and Norton +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_74'></a>74</span> +going to their rooms while the girls and Mrs. +Fordam went outside.</p> + +<p>All the injunctions of her companions not to +worry did not drive anxiety from Cora. Time +and again she glanced down the road her brother +must come, but the <i>Get There</i> was not living up to +its name.</p> + +<p>Dusk came, but no Jack. The promise of good +appetites for the dinner was not carried out, for +Cora’s worry affected all of them more or less. +And it began to look as if something really had +happened.</p> + +<p>“I simply must do something!” Cora exclaimed +after dinner. “I’m going to see if I can’t telephone +to some one along the road, and ask if there +has been an accident.”</p> + +<p>They tried to persuade her not to, but she insisted +and started toward the booth.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_75'></a>75</span><a id='link_8'></a>CHAPTER VIII<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE GIRL</span></h2> + +<p>Jack and Ed, standing near the machine, under +the sign post, peered at the advancing figure of +the girl. She had stopped short–stopped rather +timidly, it seemed, and she now stood there silent, +apparently waiting for the boys to say something.</p> + +<p>“It’s a girl, sure enough,” said Ed, in a low +voice. “Out alone, too.”</p> + +<p>Jack, who never hesitated long at doing anything, +resolved to at once plunge into the midst +of this new problem.</p> + +<p>“Excuse me,” he said, taking off his cap, and +he knew she could see him, for they were all +in the glare of the auto’s lamps now, “excuse me, +but can you tell us if there is any shorter way to +get to Fairport than by going back? We are lost, +it seems.”</p> + +<p>“So–so am I!” faltered the girl.</p> + +<p>“What?” exclaimed Ed.</p> + +<p>“That is–well, I’m not exactly lost,” and Jack +could see her smile faintly. Yet behind the smile +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_76'></a>76</span> +there seemed to be sorrow, and it was evident, +even in the difficult light of the gas lamps, that +she had been crying.</p> + +<p>“You’re lost–but not exactly lost,” remarked +Ed, with a laugh. “That’s–er–rather odd; +isn’t it?” He was anxious to put the girl at her +ease. Clearly a strange young girl–and pretty, +too, as the boys could see–would need to be put +at her ease when alone, after dark, on a country +road.</p> + +<p>“I–I guess it is,” she admitted, and Jack made +a mental note that he liked her voice. Quite discriminating +in regard to voices Jack was getting–at +least in his own estimation.</p> + +<p>“Then you can’t help us much, I’m afraid,” +went on Ed. “If you’re a stranger around +here―”</p> + +<p>“Oh, yes, I’m a stranger–quite a stranger. +I don’t know a soul!”</p> + +<p>She said it so quickly–bringing out the words +so promptly after Ed’s suggestion, that it almost +seemed as though she had caught at a straw +thrown in her way by a chance wind. Why did +she want to make it appear that she was a +stranger? And that she did want to give that +impression–rightly or wrongly–was very evident +to both young men.</p> + +<p>“Then we are both–I mean all three–lost,” +spoke Jack, good-naturedly. “I guess there’s +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_77'></a>77</span> +no help for it, Ed. We’ll have to go back the +way we came until we strike the road to Fairport.”</p> + +<p>“I suppose so. But it will bring us in pretty +late.”</p> + +<p>“No help for it. What is to be–has to be. +Cora will worry–she has that habit lately.”</p> + +<p>“Naturally. Well, maybe we can get to a telephone +somewhere, and let them know.”</p> + +<p>“You could do that!” exclaimed the girl, impulsively. +“I know what it is to worry. I saw +a telephone not more than a mile back. I mean,” +she explained with a smile, “I saw a place where +there was a telephone pay station sign. It was +in a little country store, where I stopped to–to―”</p> + +<p>She hesitated and her voice faltered.</p> + +<p>“Look here!” exclaimed Jack. “Perhaps we +can help <i>you</i>! Are you going anywhere that we +can give you a lift? We’re bound to be late +anyhow, and a little more time won’t matter. +You see my sister and some friends–other girls +and boys–are out on a trip. We are going to +Sandy Point Cove, and are taking it easy on the +way. My machine developed tire trouble a while +ago–quite a while it is now,” he said ruefully, +“and the others went on. I thought I could get +up to them, but I took the wrong road and–well, +here we are. Now if we can give you a ride, why, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_78'></a>78</span> +we’ll be glad to. Ed can sit on the run-board, +and you―”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I couldn’t trouble you!” the girl exclaimed. +“I–I am going―”</p> + +<p>She stopped rather abruptly and Jack and Ed +each confessed to the other, later, that they were +mortally afraid she was going to cry.</p> + +<p>“And if she had,” said Jack, “I’d have been +up in the air for fair!”</p> + +<p>“Same here!” admitted Ed.</p> + +<p>But she did not cry. She conquered the inclination, +and went on.</p> + +<p>“I mean that I don’t know exactly where I am +going,” the girl said. “It isn’t important, anyhow. +It doesn’t much matter where I stop.” +There was a pathetic, hopeless note in her voice +now.</p> + +<p>Again Jack took a sudden resolve.</p> + +<p>“Look here!” he exclaimed, “I’ve got a sister, +and Ed here, and I, have a lot of girl friends. +We wouldn’t want them to be out alone at night +on a country road. So if you’ll excuse us, I think +it would be better if we could take you to some of +your friends. We won’t mind in the least, going +out of our way to do it, either.”</p> + +<p>“Of course not!” put in Ed.</p> + +<p>“But I–I―” she seemed struggling with +some emotion. “I love to be in the country!” +she said suddenly–as though she had made up her +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_79'></a>79</span> +mind to rush through some explanation of her +plight “I take long walks often. I think I +walked too far to-day. I–I expected to reach +Hayden before dark, but I stayed too long in a +pretty little wood. I–am going to stop at +the Young Women’s Christian Association in +Hayden. But that’s only a mile further, and +I can be there before it’s very much +darker.”</p> + +<p>“If it can get any darker than this, I’d like to +see it,” remarked Ed, staring at the blackness +which surrounded them.</p> + +<p>“If it’s only a mile or so farther then we’re +going to take you there!” exclaimed Jack. +“We’re bound to be late anyhow, and we might +as well be killed for a sheep as a lamb. Ed, it’s +you for the run-board.”</p> + +<p>“With pleasure,” and he bowed to the girl.</p> + +<p>She laughed–just the least bit.</p> + +<p>“Oh, but I couldn’t think of troubling you!” +the girl exclaimed. “Really, I–I―” She did +not know what to say. Jack saw her clasp her +hands convulsively. He had a good look at her +face. Really she was quite pretty, he decided, an +opinion in which Ed coincided.</p> + +<p>“Look here!” cried Jack, purposely rough. +He had found that tone advisable to take with +Cora sometimes. “Look here, we are going on +to Hayden anyhow, so you might as well ride +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_80'></a>80</span> +with us as walk. I know my sister, Cora Kimball–perhaps +you know her―?”</p> + +<p>“I don’t believe I do,” she answered.</p> + +<p>“Well, no matter–anyhow, she’d never forgive +me–nor Ed either, if we left you like this. +And I know Ed would fuss more about Cora not +forgiving him than I would. So you’ve just got +to ride,” and he smiled frankly.</p> + +<p>“But I thought you said you were going to +Fairport,” spoke the girl.</p> + +<p>“We are,” answered Jack. “But I’m not going +to chase back all those fifteen miles we came +by mistake. It would take too long, especially +after dark. So if we can’t take a short cut over +from Hayden, we’ll stay there all night, and go +on in the morning. I can telephone my sister. +I suppose there are ’phones in Hayden.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, yes, it–it’s quite a town–a small city, +I believe,” said the girl. “I inquired about it at +the last stop I made, and they told me of the +association where I could stay.”</p> + +<p>“Then come on!” invited Jack. “I’ll crank +up, and you can ride with us.”</p> + +<p>“You’re sure it won’t be any trouble?”</p> + +<p>“Not a bit–it will be a pleasure to have you. +But perhaps we ought to look for a nearer telephone, +and send word to your friends,” Jack +suggested.</p> + +<p>“No–no,” she spoke rapidly. “I haven’t +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_81'></a>81</span> +any–I mean they won’t worry about me. I am used +to looking after myself.”</p> + +<p>Truly she seemed so, and now she appeared +even more self-reliant as she stood there in the +glare of the lamps of the auto. Her face had +lost some of the traces of hopeless despair, and +she had somehow managed to get rid of the evidences +of the tears. The boys wondered how she +did it, for it was rather like a magician’s trick, +“done in full view of the audience.” Jack and +Ed paid a mental tribute to her accomplishment +in using a handkerchief.</p> + +<p>“Are you sure you are comfortable there?” +the girl asked Ed, as he crouched partly on the +floor of the car, with his feet on the run-board.</p> + +<p>“Quite,” he affirmed, not altogether truthfully, +but at least gallantly.</p> + +<p>“It seems so selfish of me, that really―”</p> + +<p>“Say, Ed’s all right!” cried Jack, gaily. +“He’d rather ride on the run-board than anywhere +else; wouldn’t you, old man?”</p> + +<p>“Sure!”</p> + +<p>“In fact, he often sits there when there’s a +vacant seat. It’s a hobby of his. I’ve tried to +break him of it, but he is hopeless!”</p> + +<p>“Now I know you’re poking fun at me!” she +exclaimed, and she laughed lightly. “I’ve almost +a notion―”</p> + +<p>She made a motion as though to alight.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_82'></a>82</span>“Don’t you dare!” cried Jack. “Here we +go!” He let in the gear, and the clutch came +into place. The car moved forward slowly, and +gathered speed.</p> + +<p>“We’ll be there in no time,” Jack went on. +“It’s rather unpleasant for you, isn’t it, going +about by yourself?” he asked the girl.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I’m used to it. I have been working in +an office, but I–I decided on a vacation. I took +it rather suddenly, and I haven’t made any plans +since. I decided to go off–and, yes, lose myself +for a time. That’s why I’m in a part of the +country I have never visited before.”</p> + +<p>“I see,” remarked Jack. “It is sometimes +good to do things on an impulse. I know how +tiresome the dull routine and grind must +be.”</p> + +<p>“He never worked a day in his life!” exclaimed +Ed.</p> + +<p>“No knocking, old man!” laughed Jack. “I +think I’d like to be in an office myself,” he added. +Mentally he decided that one where this girl was +employed might not be a half-bad place.</p> + +<p>“Yes, he’d want an office where the hours +were from ten to twelve, with an hour for +lunch,” grunted Ed, as the car went over a bump, +jolting him.</p> + +<p>“I really liked the work,” said the girl. “Of +course there were some unpleasant features–in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_83'></a>83</span> +fact, that is why I left so suddenly. Now I am–free!”</p> + +<p>She took a long breath of the night air rushing +against her cheeks, as though the idea of +being free was most delightful.</p> + +<p>They talked of various subjects as the car shot +along in the darkness. Both Jack and Ed were +quite curious to learn more about this stray girl, +but they had the good sense not to ask leading +questions. Nor did she volunteer much information.</p> + +<p>Finally the lights of Hayden glimmered into +view, and soon the car had stopped in front of +the Y. W. C. A., which Jack had located through +a policeman.</p> + +<p>“Now I shall be all right,” the girl exclaimed +as Jack helped her out. “Thank you a thousand +times. I really–I don’t know what I should have +done had I not met you. I–I was just beginning +to–get afraid.”</p> + +<p>“Are you sure you will be all right now?” +asked Ed.</p> + +<p>“Can’t we do anything more for you?” Jack +wanted to know. “I’m Jack Kimball, of Chelton, +and this is Ed Foster. We are pretty well +known in these parts, though we’ve never been +in Hayden before. We auto around a good bit. +If we can do anything―”</p> + +<p>“Oh, no, thank you ever so much. I shall be +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_84'></a>84</span> +all right.” She gave Jack her hand, in a warm +clasp, and then turned to Ed. “Thank you–so +much!” She smiled, showing her white, even +teeth, and ran up the steps of the building–a +place where a lone girl could always find a safe +shelter. She turned on the top step, waved a +good-bye to them, and disappeared behind the +doors.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_85'></a>85</span><a id='link_9'></a>CHAPTER IX<br /><span class='h2fs'>QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS</span></h2> + +<p>“What do you know about that?”</p> + +<p>“It’s rather queer–all the way along.”</p> + +<p>Jack asked and Ed answered. They stood by +the machine and looked up at the building into +which the girl had gone.</p> + +<p>“Well, I guess there’s nothing for us to do +but to see if there isn’t some way to get to Fairport +from here,” remarked Jack, after a pause.</p> + +<p>“That’s it–and telephone. There’s a drug-store +across the street. It has a ’phone sign.”</p> + +<p>“Come on, then.”</p> + +<p>Presently they had been connected with the +Mansion House, and Cora was at the other end +of the wire.</p> + +<p>“Oh, Jack, what happened?”</p> + +<p>“We got lost–on the wrong road–that’s all.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, Jack, I’ve been so worried!”</p> + +<p>“Pshaw! What was the use? Didn’t I ever +get lost before?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I know―”</p> + +<p>“You’re too fussy, Sis. How’s everybody?”</p> + +<p>“All right–but―”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_86'></a>86</span>“But them as is wrong; eh? Well, we’ll soon +be with you. We had quite an adventure.”</p> + +<p>“You did? Were you hurt?”</p> + +<p>“No, can’t a fellow have an adventure without +getting hurt? We met a pretty girl, and gave +her a ride–that’s all.”</p> + +<p>“Jack! You never did!”</p> + +<p>“Oh, yes, we did. Ed’s here, and he’ll tell +you all about it. It was a great time.”</p> + +<p>“Jack Kimball, I believe you’re just teasing +me! You’re not in Hayden at all!”</p> + +<p>“Where am I, then?” he challenged.</p> + +<p>“Right in town, and just as like as not you’re +calling up from across the street here.”</p> + +<p>“Well, I’m not then. You ask central. We +really were lost on the road, and had quite a +time. I don’t know now whether we can be +with you to-night or not.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, Jack, you must!”</p> + +<p>“But if we can’t–we can’t. If we can find a +short cut we’ll take it. Otherwise we’ll stay here +all night and come on early in the morning.”</p> + +<p>“Well, that will have to do then,” said Cora, +with a sigh. “Oh, but we have been so worried. +Who was that girl, Jack?”</p> + +<p>“I don’t know.”</p> + +<p>“You don’t know?”</p> + +<p>“No.”</p> + +<p>“Does Ed?”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_87'></a>87</span>“Not guilty.”</p> + +<p>“The idea! And you gave her a ride?”</p> + +<p>“Why not? We met her on the road–she +was all alone–it was dark. What else could we +do?”</p> + +<p>“That’s so, I suppose. Where is she now?”</p> + +<p>“In the Y. W. C. A.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, that’s all right then. Listen, you will +try to come on to-night; won’t you?”</p> + +<p>“Sure, Sis.”</p> + +<p>“I’m so tired, and it’s more of a responsibility +than I thought it would be.”</p> + +<p>“Well, don’t worry, Sis. We’re going to get +something to eat, and then we’ll see what we +can do.”</p> + +<p>“Eat! You don’t mean to say, Jack Kimball, +that you’re going to stop to <i>eat</i>?”</p> + +<p>“Well, I guess we are. Haven’t had a bite +since noon.”</p> + +<p>“Why can’t you get dinner after you get +here?”</p> + +<p>“It might be more like breakfast than dinner +if we waited,” and Jack laughed. “No, we’re +going to eat here and then we’ll see what we can +do. Don’t worry any more. The <i>Get There</i> will +go somewhere, anyhow. Now take it easy.”</p> + +<p>“All right. I will, only do try to come.”</p> + +<p>“Want to talk to Ed?”</p> + +<p>“What for?”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_88'></a>88</span>“Oh, only to say ‘how de do,’” and again +Jack laughed.</p> + +<p>“Certainly I’ll speak to him.”</p> + +<p>Ed on the wire.</p> + +<p>“Hello, Cora. It’s all right. I listened to +what Jack said.”</p> + +<p>“And it’s all–I mean did you really help a +girl?”</p> + +<p>“Sure.”</p> + +<p>“Who was she?”</p> + +<p>“That’s telling. I’ve got her name, only Jack +doesn’t know.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t you believe him,” interjected Jack sideways +into the transmitter.</p> + +<p>“Try and make him come on to-night!” said +Cora. “Your rooms are all engaged.”</p> + +<p>“I will. Are the girls all right?”</p> + +<p>“Yes.”</p> + +<p>“And your cousin?”</p> + +<p>“Surely.”</p> + +<p>“Walter making himself useful as he always +does, I suppose?”</p> + +<p>“Of course. Don’t be silly.”</p> + +<p>“I’m not. I’m only trying to think of something +else to say.”</p> + +<p>“You needn’t try then!” and Cora’s voice had +a tint of snap in it.</p> + +<p>“Don’t get mad,” Ed advised her. “Give +my love to the girls, and tell ’em we’ll be with ’em +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_89'></a>89</span> +soon. Do you want to talk to Jack again?”</p> + +<p>“No, only tell him to please come to-night. +I want to talk to him.”</p> + +<p>“About that girl, I expect.”</p> + +<p>“I don’t believe a word about her.”</p> + +<p>“Ha! I’ll show you a lock of her hair.”</p> + +<p>“Then I’d surely know you were fooling. Say, +listen, you will make Jack come; won’t you, Ed?”</p> + +<p>“Surest thing you know. Shall I say good-bye?”</p> + +<p>“If you can’t think of anything else to say.”</p> + +<p>“All right. See you soon.”</p> + +<p>“You’ll have a sweet telephone toll to pay.”</p> + +<p>“I’m going to make Jack do it. He’s asking +the clerk here how to get to Fairport the quickest +way. The clerk’s another girl.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I’m not going to talk another word. +Good-bye,” and a click in his ear told Ed that +Cora had hung up the receiver. He laughed +and joined Jack, who had gone away from the +booth.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_90'></a>90</span><a id='link_10'></a>CHAPTER X<br /><span class='h2fs'>REUNITED</span></h2> + +<p>“Who was she?”</p> + +<p>It was Cora who demanded this when, an hour +or so later, Jack and Ed had been reunited to +their party in the Mansion House at Fairport.</p> + +<p>“Who was she?” and Cora looked appealingly +at her brother, who smiled in a tantalizing +fashion.</p> + +<p>“We told you everything,” remarked Ed. +“Over the wire, you know.”</p> + +<p>“It’s very easy to tell things–over the wire,” +remarked Belle, with a laugh. “One doesn’t +have to–blush, you know.”</p> + +<p>“And if one does, even the central operator +can’t see it,” spoke Bess. “Oh, you boys have +given us a big scare!”</p> + +<p>“Scare? How?” demanded Jack, with a +look at his sister. “We couldn’t help getting +on the wrong road.”</p> + +<p>“Perhaps not, Jack,” said Mrs. Fordam, +gently. “But Cora was quite worried, and has +been telephoning to police stations all along the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_91'></a>91</span> +route to see if she could get any word about you +and Ed.”</p> + +<p>“Did you?” asked Ed, quickly.</p> + +<p>“There was one report of an auto accident,” +spoke Cora, “and I was so frightened, Jack, until +I heard that it was a big car, and then I knew +it couldn’t be yours. But did it all happen as +you’ve told?”</p> + +<p>“Exactly,” exclaimed Jack.</p> + +<p>“Girl and all?” Walter wanted to know.</p> + +<p>“The girl <i>most</i> of all,” answered Ed. “How +about it, Jack old man?”</p> + +<p>“I’m with you. She―”</p> + +<p>“Stop!” commanded Cora. “We don’t +want you to incriminate yourselves any more than +you have to. Besides it’s getting late, and we +must get some rest to be ready for an early start +to-morrow morning.</p> + +<p>“But I have been quite worried, Jack, and I +couldn’t get much satisfaction by telephoning. +However, you’re here now, and we will forgive +you. Did you have supper?”</p> + +<p>“We had–dinner,” answered Ed, with a tantalizing +smile. “It was a good one, too. Then +we got on the right road and made pretty good +time over here.”</p> + +<p>The little party of young people was in the +hotel parlor. As Cora had said, it was getting +late, the hands of the clock approaching the midnight +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_92'></a>92</span> +hour, and they all had had rather a strenuous +time that day.</p> + +<p>Jack and Ed had left their car in the garage +with the others.</p> + +<p>“Me for the downy feathers!” exclaimed +Jack, with a yawn. “You look sleepy, too, +Eline.”</p> + +<p>“I’m not, even a little bit, really,” and she +smiled brightly.</p> + +<p>“They keep late hours–in Chicago,” remarked +Belle, with a laugh.</p> + +<p>“I really think we had better retire,” said Mrs. +Fordam.</p> + +<p>“That’s what I’m going to do–in the morning,” +spoke Jack.</p> + +<p>“You’re not going to stay up until morning, +Jack!” cried Cora.</p> + +<p>“No, that was only a joke,” he explained. “I +mean I’m going to have a new tire put on the +<i>Get There</i>–have it re-tired you see. Get the +idea? It was a joke.”</p> + +<p>“A tired one,” yawned Ed. “Come on to +bed.”</p> + +<p>“Say, if we try to get off any more smart sayings +we’ll all have the nightmare,” suggested +Walter.</p> + +<p>“And it’s no fun to make a tour on one of +those creatures instead of in an auto,” put in +Norton.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_93'></a>93</span>The young travelers were soon on their way +to that part of the hotel set aside for them. Mrs. +Fordam had seen to it that the girls got the most +comfortable rooms. The boys were not so particular.</p> + +<p>“We’ll try and get started by nine o’clock,” +suggested Cora, as she bade her brother good-night.</p> + +<p>“That’s too early,” he protested. “Why, +we’d have to get up and have breakfast at seven. +Make it ten, Sis, and that will give me time to +have that tire looked after. Otherwise I may +be holding you back all along the route.”</p> + +<p>“All right,” Cora assented. “We’ll make it +ten.”</p> + +<p>“Say, old man, who was she?” asked Walter, +as he and Jack strolled along the corridor together. +“Tell a fellow; can’t you? I won’t +give you away if you were stringing the +girls.”</p> + +<p>“I wasn’t stringing them!” declared Jack. +“It all happened just as I’ve said.”</p> + +<p>“But who was she?”</p> + +<p>“A mystery of the road,” put in Ed.</p> + +<p>“Pretty?” Norton wanted to know, quickly.</p> + +<p>“Pretty–pretty,” echoed Jack. “Really all +she told us was that she had been working in an +office, had become tired of it and was traveling +about as a sort of vacation.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_94'></a>94</span>“Did she look as though that might be the +case?” asked Walter.</p> + +<p>“Eminently so, my august cross-questioner,” +answered Jack. “And that’s all I’m going to +say. I’m dead tired. See you later,” and he +went to his room.</p> + +<p>“Who do you suppose that girl could have +been?” asked Bess of Cora a little later, as they +were putting up their hair for the night.</p> + +<p>“I haven’t the least idea.”</p> + +<p>“Why, how queer. I thought you did have!” +and Bess looked at Cora in rather a searching +manner.</p> + +<p>“No. Why should I?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I haven’t any special reason for saying +so, and yet–oh, well, it doesn’t make any difference +I suppose, but―”</p> + +<p>“Bess Robinson, just what do you mean?” +and Cora’s eyes lost their slumberous inclination +as she faced her chum.</p> + +<p>“Why, Cora dear, nothing at all,” and Bess +spoke very sweetly. “Only, from the way you +spoke to Jack, and the way he answered, I fancied–oh, +really it’s nothing at all. I shouldn’t have +said it.”</p> + +<p>“I don’t like those half-formed questions, Bess. +If you think anything―”</p> + +<p>“No, really I’m too tired to think, Cora. I’m +going to bed.” They had adjoining rooms.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_95'></a>95</span>“Perhaps you have some theory yourself?” +suggested Cora.</p> + +<p>“None in the least. I don’t even know what +a theory is. Is it that algebra affair?”</p> + +<p>“No,” answered Cora, with a laugh. “You +are hopeless, Bess. Good-night!”</p> + +<p>Jack and the other boys were up early, despite +the former’s objection to a too-soon breakfast. +They ate before the girls had come down, and +then went around to the garage to see about the +cars, Jack to get a new tire for his, while Norton +wanted the ignition system of his engine gone +over.</p> + +<p>It was when these attentions had been given +that Norton, with a twinkle in his eyes, exclaimed:</p> + +<p>“Fellows, I’ve thought of a joke!”</p> + +<p>“What is it?” demanded Jack.</p> + +<p>“Hush! Listen, as the telephone girl says. +Pray thee come hither,” and he led the three to a +corner of the garage. Then ensued some whispering.</p> + +<p>“How’s that?” demanded Norton, when he +had concluded. “Won’t it be rich? The girls +won’t know what is up, for we can get Bess and +Belle into the car, without them seeing the rear +of it.”</p> + +<p>“It’s a good trick all right,” admitted Jack +rather slowly, “I only hope they won’t get angry +about it.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_96'></a>96</span>“Angry!” cried Norton. “How could they +be? According to your story they’ve done worse +than that to you fellows lots of times.”</p> + +<p>“Sure they have,” declared Ed. “Go ahead +and do it.”</p> + +<p>“I have my doubts,” spoke Walter, deliberately, +“but I’m not going to be the kill-joy. Go +ahead, I’ll do my share,” but he was not very enthusiastic.</p> + +<p>“We can get the cloth and paint here,” went +on Norton. “I’ll do the lettering. You can +make the pudding, Jack.”</p> + +<p>“All right. But who’s to get in the car with +Belle?”</p> + +<p>“I will,” exclaimed Norton, quickly. “You +fellows can make some excuse. I’ll let Walter +drive my car, and Bess can ride with him.”</p> + +<p>“All right,” assented Jack. “It’s a go,” and +they proceeded to carry out their little joke, over +the outcome of which Walter and Jack, at least, +had some anxiety.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_97'></a>97</span><a id='link_11'></a>CHAPTER XI<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE GIRLS RETALIATE</span></h2> + +<p>“But why should we change our plans?” +asked Cora, when, a little later, the boys had +brought their own cars up in front of the hotels +and had gone back for those of the girls. “I +don’t see why Bess should ride with Walter.”</p> + +<p>“No, but I see it,” said Walter, quickly. “I +want to talk to her, and―”</p> + +<p>“Oh, that’s a different story,” admitted Cora, +with a smile. “But what will Norton do?”</p> + +<p>“I’d like to drive the <i>Flyaway</i>, if I might,” +put in the latter. “There’s a bad stretch of +road ahead, and perhaps Belle may not be equal +to it.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t you dare intimate there’s danger +ahead,” cried Belle.</p> + +<p>“Not exactly danger,” returned Norton, with +a wink at the other boys, “but the road is rough. +If Cora wants to I guess Ed could drive her car +for her, too.”</p> + +<p>“Thank you, I’ll wait until I see what sort of +a road we are going to encounter, and if I can’t +negotiate it, I’ll let Ed take the wheel,” assented +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_98'></a>98</span> +Cora. “But I’ve driven over some very hard +stretches myself; haven’t I, Jack?”</p> + +<p>“Indeed you have, Sis. But it’s all right if +Belle wants Norton to drive for her for a +change.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” began the Robinson twin, “it all +came so suddenly. I don’t know yet whether I +want Norton to drive for me. Of course I’d +like to have him in the car, if Bess wants to go +with Walter for a change, and―”</p> + +<p>“That’s it,” broke in Norton. “Just for a +change. Hurry up now, girls, get in the cars +and we’ll be off.” He ran here and there, helping +lift in the luggage, and appeared anxious to make +a start. In fact, the boys had seemed in a hurry +ever since they brought up the girls’ cars, and +this very haste might have made the motor maids +suspicious, but it did not seem to.</p> + +<p>Then came the proposal for the change in companionship +for a time, and this took the attention +of Cora and her friends. Jack had run his car +close up to the rear of the <i>Flyaway</i>, so that the +back of the tonneau was not easily seen.</p> + +<p>“All aboard!” cried Ed. “We’re off!”</p> + +<p>Quite a little throng had gathered on the sidewalk +in front to see the start, and among the persons +might have been noticed a certain number +of boys, with paper bags concealed in their hands. +These same boys might have been observed to be +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_99'></a>99</span> +receiving signals–in the way of nods and winks +from Jack and his chums, from time to time.</p> + +<p>“I am sure those boys are up to something!” +exclaimed Cora to Eline, as they took their +places.</p> + +<p>“What do you mean?”</p> + +<p>“I mean some trick.”</p> + +<p>“How can you tell?”</p> + +<p>“Why, Jack’s so anxious to get us off. He +paid the hotel bill for me, bought me a magazine +and some candy. He never does things like +that unless there is something queer about to happen. +Does anything seem wrong? Do I look +all right?”</p> + +<p>“Perfectly charming, Cora. That’s a stunning +sweater you have.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I like it. Then it can’t be me that he’s +going to bother. I wish I could tell what it was.” +She looked back to where Jack, with hurried politeness, +was helping Belle into her car. He did +not want her to have a glimpse at the rear of it.</p> + +<p>“Well, we’ll see what develops,” spoke Cora, +as she slipped in first speed, and prepared to set +the clutch. She gave a last look back. The little +cavalcade of autos was all ready to start. +That of Norton, with Walter at the wheel, and +Bess on the seat beside him, was directly behind +Cora’s big maroon beauty, then came the machine +of the twins and lastly that of Jack.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_100'></a>100</span>“Let her go!” shouted Jack.</p> + +<p>Cora’s machine shot forward. Norton’s +jumped as Walter let in the clutch. Then Jack, +with a quick motion, pulled from the back of +the Robinson car, that Norton was driving, a +strip of white muslin. It left revealed another, +containing the words:</p> + +<div class='poetry'> +<p>ON THEIR HONEYMOON</p> +</div> + +<p>“Let ’em have it!” cried Jack.</p> + +<p>Instantly the urchins with the paper bags +opened them and a shower of rice fell over Norton +and Belle, being scattered liberally over Mrs. +Fordam.</p> + +<p>“Mercy!” cried the chaperone. “What is +this? Stop it at once!” she ordered to the boys, +but laughingly they persisted.</p> + +<p>“Good luck!” cried the street lads.</p> + +<p>“Hurray!”</p> + +<p>“Send us a piece of wedding cake!”</p> + +<p>Cora, turning, seeing the showers of rice and +hearing the calls, guessed what had happened.</p> + +<p>“This was Jack’s trick!” she exclaimed. +“He’s given the impression that this is a big wedding +party. Oh, wait until I get a chance to retaliate. +Hurry up!” she cried back to Norton, +who was grinning cheerfully, and trying to summon +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_101'></a>101</span> +a blush to his cheeks to make him fit the part +of the bashful bridegroom.</p> + +<p>Walter shot Norton’s car ahead, and Norton +guided that containing the placard out into the +middle of the street. There the words were +more plainly seen, and good-natured laughter +came from the throng, who thought they understood +the situation. The rice continued to fall, +for the boys had bought liberally of it, and had +bribed the street urchins to throw it.</p> + +<p>“This is terrible!” exclaimed Bess, in the car +with Walter, seeing what had happened.</p> + +<p>“It’s only a joke,” he said. “But I was afraid +you girls wouldn’t like it.”</p> + +<p>“Like it? I should say not. I’m going to +take that sign off our car at once.”</p> + +<p>She made a motion as though to alight from +the moving auto, but Walter detained her.</p> + +<p>“We’ll take it off when we get around the corner,” +he promised.</p> + +<p>“What does this mean?” demanded Belle, +rather indignantly, of Norton.</p> + +<p>“I guess they take this for a wedding procession,” +he replied.</p> + +<p>“And who are―”</p> + +<p>She stopped suddenly.</p> + +<p>“I see!” she exclaimed, as the meaning of the +rice came to her. “Well, I don’t think this a +bit nice. I’d rather have my sister back here +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_102'></a>102</span> +with me,” she went on coldly. “Mrs. Fordam, +is there anything on our car–any of those silly +white satin ribbons, or―”</p> + +<p>“Old shoes?” suggested Norton, rather +abashed at the way his joke had been received.</p> + +<p>The chaperone looked over the rear of the +tonneau.</p> + +<p>“There’s a strip of cloth on here, with some +letters on it,” she answered, “but I can’t read it +upside down without my glasses. Surely―”</p> + +<p>She hesitated for a moment, and then cried:</p> + +<p>“The rice! Oh, I see! Boys, you shouldn’t +have done it!” but she laughed nevertheless, and +Norton felt more relieved.</p> + +<p>“It was only in fun,” he protested.</p> + +<p>“A boy’s idea of fun, and a girl’s, often differ +exceedingly,” spoke Mrs. Fordam. “I really +think it had better be taken off.”</p> + +<p>The crowd had been following along the sidewalk, +tossing rice and showering congratulations +on those in the “bridal-car.” Norton saw that +Mrs. Fordam meant what she said. So he +stopped the machine and got out to remove the +placard, just as Cora was about to turn around +to learn more of the cause of the merriment. +Norton ripped off the lettered muslin and tossed +it aside.</p> + +<p>“It may do for someone else to play a joke +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_103'></a>103</span> +with,” he remarked. “I guess I got myself in +bad here. I’ll have to make up for it.”</p> + +<p>“There, you needn’t get out–Norton is fixing +it,” said Bess to Walter. “But I think I’ll ride +in my own car, if you don’t mind,” and she prepared +to get out as he put on the brakes.</p> + +<p>“Not mad; are you?” he asked, and there was +a note of anxiety in his voice.</p> + +<p>“No, not exactly,” she replied with a smile.</p> + +<p>Cora, who had made the turn, and had learned +what had happened, said nothing. She looked at +Jack rather reprovingly, however. Then, the +crowd seeing no more chance for fun, began to +drop back. The autos went on, the twins in +their own, and Walter back with Norton, while +Jack and Ed rode together, Cora being with +Eline up ahead–a pacemaker.</p> + +<p>There was a little coldness among the girls +and boys–on the side of the girls–when they +stopped for dinner at a country hotel. Nothing +of moment had occurred on the road, save that +Cora got a puncture, and Jack and the other +boys had no little difficulty in getting off an old +shoe that had not been removed in some +time.</p> + +<p>A little later something went wrong with the +carbureter on the car of the twins. The boys +took turns trying to adjust it, as they were far +from a garage. It was Norton who discovered +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_104'></a>104</span> +the trouble–a simple enough matter–and remedied +it.</p> + +<p>“Doesn’t that entitle me to a rebate of punishment?” +he asked of Belle.</p> + +<p>“I’ll see,” she answered, but her glance was +not as stern as it had been, and she ventured to +smile a little.</p> + +<p>With the offending placard removed, the cars +proceeded onward again. They had planned to +take the trip leisurely, and to stop over night +at another hotel. The day following that would +bring them to Sandy Point Cove in good time to +settle the bungalows before dark.</p> + +<p>“We’re going to the theatre to-night,” Jack +announced, shortly after the arrival in Duncan, +where they were to spend the night. He had +gone out after reaching the hotel, and purchased +the seats for a popular comedy then running.</p> + +<p>“Oh, are we?” asked Cora with a lifting of +her eyebrows, a signal, that had Jack but known +it, meant more than he suspected. “That’s awfully +nice of you, really.”</p> + +<p>“It’s a fine show,” declared Norton. “A +friend of mine saw it in New York.”</p> + +<p>“What time are we to be ready?” asked Belle, +with a look at Cora.</p> + +<p>“It begins at eight, if you start now putting +on your hats you’ll be ready in time, it’s only +a little after six,” remarked Ed.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_105'></a>105</span>“Smart!” exclaimed Bess. “We can be +ready as soon as you!”</p> + +<p>After supper–or dinner whichever you prefer +to call it–the boys went to their rooms to get +ready for the little theatre party. The girls, +with much whispering and not a little laughter +proceeded, apparently, with the same object.</p> + +<p>But a little later the motor maids, accompanied +by their chaperone, Mrs. Fordam, slipped down +a rear stairway, out into the ladies’ parlor of the +hotel, and thence into two big limousine cars that +awaited them. The girls had on semi-evening +dress, with some flimsy chiffon veils over their +heads in place of hats, which might account for +the speed with which they got ready.</p> + +<p>“Isn’t it nice we met those boys!” exclaimed +Eline.</p> + +<p>“They came just in time to make it possible +for us to retaliate,” remarked Cora. “And our +boys need a lesson.”</p> + +<p>In the somewhat luxurious autos that had +drawn up in front of the hotel were four young +men in evening dress. They greeted the girls enthusiastically.</p> + +<p>“It’s awfully nice of you to come on such +short notice,” said one to Cora.</p> + +<p>“Oh, we were only too glad to” she answered.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_106'></a>106</span><a id='link_12'></a>CHAPTER XII<br /><span class='h2fs'>AT THE COVE</span></h2> + +<p>“Well, what do you know about that?”</p> + +<p>“It–well, so long as there are none of ’em +here I’ll say it–it’s the limit!”</p> + +<p>“They got back at us all right!”</p> + +<p>“And to think we never suspected.”</p> + +<p>“What will we do with these theatre tickets?”</p> + +<p>Four young men, in freshened attire after their +auto ride, stood disconsolately in the hotel parlor. +Jack was fingering a note that a bell boy had +brought him. Walter, Ed and Norton, with the +assistance of Jack, had given voice to the expressions +with which we have begun this chapter. +The note read:</p> + +<p>“Dear Jack:</p> + +<p>“We don’t seem to care about the +theatre this evening. I met Harry Dunn, and +his two cousins–also another young man–Ralph +Borden–and they asked us to go to a +little private dance. Mrs. Fordam is with us. +We met Harry at Lake Como last year, you +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_107'></a>107</span> +remember. He is that tall, dark, distinguished-looking +fellow. So we thought we’d prefer the +dance to the theatre, especially as Belle and Bess +have seen the play. Sorry to have to waste so +many good tickets, but perhaps you boys will have +time to paint another honeymoon sign.</p> + +<p>“Cora.”</p> + +<p>It was this note which had been handed to Jack +as he and his companions had been waiting in the +parlor for the girls, that had caused all the +trouble.</p> + +<p>“So, that’s their game!” exclaimed Cora’s +brother, as he crumpled the paper up in his hand. +“They’ve played a trick on us all right!”</p> + +<p>“To get back at us for that sign on the auto, +and the rice,” added Ed.</p> + +<p>“I wonder if they really did go off to a +dance?” asked Walter.</p> + +<p>“Oh, yes, I know this Dunn chap–not +half-bad,” put in Jack. “Sis and I did meet him last +year. His folks have a country place somewhere +round here. But how did he meet the girls and +get them to come?”</p> + +<p>“I have it!” cried Norton.</p> + +<p>“Pass it over!” commanded Walter.</p> + +<p>“You know that time my car developed a +kink,” he continued, “and you stopped yours, +Jack?”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_108'></a>108</span>“Sure,” assented Cora’s brother.</p> + +<p>“Well, the girls went on, you know, and when +we caught up to them I saw a couple of autos +speeding down the road, as though they had been +acting as escorts. I guess those fellows must +have met the girls on the road, proposed the +dance, and the girls accepted.”</p> + +<p>“That’s it!” declared Jack. And so it proved, +as they found out later.</p> + +<p>“Well, there’s no help for it,” sighed Walter.</p> + +<p>“We’ll have to go to the show alone,” added +Ed.</p> + +<p>“If we could only find some nice girls,” spoke +Norton.</p> + +<p>“We don’t know a soul in town,” declared +Jack. “If that Dunn fellow had been half-way +decent he’d have made some arrangement about +us after he stole away the girls. Well, there’s +no use wasting all the tickets. Come on to the +show.”</p> + +<p>So the boys went, but they did not have a very +good time by themselves, and there was some +amusement among the audience over four good-looking +boys occupying eight seats.</p> + +<p>As for Cora and the girls, they had a delightful +dance. It had turned out as Norton had said. +The girls, proceeding on ahead with Mrs. Fordam, +after Jack and the boys had stopped to look +after Norton’s car, had met young Dunn and his +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_109'></a>109</span> +companions out for a spin. Cora knew them at +once, and the young men, delighted at the prospect +of such charming partners at a dance they +had almost elected to forgo, invited the motor +girls to it.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Fordam, who was a distant relative of +young Dunn’s father, had consented to the arrangement. +The girls and she slipped away after +Jack came in with the theatre tickets, proceeded +to attire themselves most becomingly, and +had been met by their escorts, who lavishly hired +big cars to take their friends to the affair. Then +Jack and his chums had been handed the note +which Cora left for them. It had all been very +simple.</p> + +<p>“Wasn’t it glorious!”</p> + +<p>“The floor was just splendid!”</p> + +<p>“And those boys knew so many nice fellows.”</p> + +<p>“My card was filled almost before I knew it.”</p> + +<p>“The music was lovely!”</p> + +<p>Thus chattered the motor girls as they came +back to the hotel rather late–or was it early? +with Mrs. Fordam. They saw Jack sitting disconsolately +in the parlor, trying hard to keep +awake by reading.</p> + +<p>“Well, so you’re back!” he exclaimed to Cora, +rather shortly.</p> + +<p>“Yes, brother mine!” she laughed tantalizingly.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_110'></a>110</span>“Well, it’s about time,” he growled.</p> + +<p>“Why, how long have you been back?” she +asked. “I hear that it was quite a long and–tiresome–show. +I’m sorry we had to disappoint +you, but really we had no other way of telling +you where we were going. It was a lovely +dance!”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Jack, coldly.</p> + +<p>“And we hope you had time to embroider another +sign for our car,” added Bess. Really, she +said later, she could not help it.</p> + +<p>“Um!” grunted Jack. “I sat up for you,” +he added to his sister.</p> + +<p>“There was no need, Jack. We had Mrs. +Fordam. It was a very pretty dance. I am glad +the girls had a chance to go.”</p> + +<p>The girls seemed glad too, and really looked +quite effective in their party growns, which were +carried in the trunks that were strapped on the +autos.</p> + +<p>“Oh, it was lovely!” sighed Bess.</p> + +<p>“And that tall young fellow was such a fine +dancer!” echoed Eline.</p> + +<p>“Huh!” growled Jack. “I’m going to bed.”</p> + +<p>“I guess we’re all tired enough to re-tire–joke!” +exclaimed Cora. “Good-night, Jack. +Sorry we couldn’t go with you, but we had a–previous +engagement!”</p> + +<p>The boys did not say much next morning, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_111'></a>111</span> +though the girls were enthusiastic about their affair.</p> + +<p>“If we could only have one two or three times +a week,” sighed Belle, who was a fine dancer.</p> + +<p>“We may, at Sandy Point Cove,” spoke Cora. +“There is a pavilion there–also moving picture +shows, to which the boys can take us,” and she +glanced at Jack. He said nothing.</p> + +<p>Once more they were on their way. The +roads were good, and save for the fact that they +took a wrong one shortly after lunch, and went +a few miles out of their route, nothing of moment +happened.</p> + +<p>“Ten miles to Sandy Point Cove!” read +Jack, as they stopped at a cross-road, to inspect +the signboards. “We’ll make it in an +hour.”</p> + +<p>“And then for a bath in the briny deep!” cried +Walter.</p> + +<p>“I hope the fishing is good,” remarked Ed. +“I haven’t caught anything in a month.”</p> + +<p>“I hope the <i>Pet</i> has arrived,” Cora exclaimed. +“I am just dying for a motor boat ride.”</p> + +<p>“Let us hope it has then; we don’t want you +to expire,” came from Norton.</p> + +<p>In less than an hour they had reached the shore +road and were spinning down it toward the cove +where they were to spend the summer. As they +mounted the bluff, around the end of the cove, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_112'></a>112</span> +from which a magnificent view of the ocean could +be had, Cora uttered a cry:</p> + +<p>“Look, that sailboat has capsized!” she exclaimed. +And she pointed to a small sloop that +had jibed and gone over in a sudden squall. As +the motor girls and boys looked they saw a girlish +form clinging to the rounded side of the craft, +her bright red bathing suit making her a conspicuous +figure against the dark hull.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_113'></a>113</span><a id='link_13'></a>CHAPTER XIII<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE LIGHTHOUSE MAID</span></h2> + +<p>Jack Kimball had always said that his sister +Cora only needed an opportunity to prove that +she could think quickly in emergencies, and could +demonstrate that she was courageous. Cora had +done this on other occasions, and now at the sight +of the overturned boat, and the figure of the girl +clinging to it, there came the chance for Cora, +as one of the motor girls, to prove that her +ability in this direction had not lessened.</p> + +<p>Without another word Cora turned her car +down a slight slope that led to the sandy beach. +It was a perilous road, rather too steep to negotiate +in a heavy car, but Cora had seen that it +was encumbered with sand that would act as a +brake.</p> + +<p>“Where are you going?” gasped Eline, gripping +the sides of the seat until her hands ached.</p> + +<p>“Down to rescue that girl!” explained Cora, +pressing her lips tightly together. She was under +a nervous tension, and she needed all her wits +about her.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_114'></a>114</span>“But in the car–the water―” faltered +Eline.</p> + +<p>“Don’t worry. I’m not going to run my car +into the bay. There’s a boat on shore–a rowboat–this +was the quickest way to get down to +it. Can you row?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, Cora, but―”</p> + +<p>“You may have to!”</p> + +<p>The auto plunged down the steep, sandy slope +to the beach. The others in the motoring party +had brought their machines to a stop, and were +gazing in wonderment at Cora.</p> + +<p>“What are you going to do?” cried Jack. +“Come back! We’ll get her, Cora!”</p> + +<p>But Cora paid no attention. She had reached +the beach, and quickly shut off the power.</p> + +<p>“Come on!” she exclaimed to Eline, leaping +out.</p> + +<p>The two raced over the sand to where a light +rowing craft was drawn up. There were oars in +it, and Cora knew she and Eline could launch +it. The girl on the overturned sailboat was making +frantic gestures and calling:</p> + +<p>“Hurry! Hurry!”</p> + +<p>“Her boat must be sinking,” gasped Eline, as +she and Cora reached the rowboat.</p> + +<p>“It can’t be that,” answered the motormaid, +with a quick and critical glance at the sailboat. +“Probably there is some one else with her, who +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_115'></a>115</span> +is in danger. She isn’t in any particular trouble +that I can see. She must swim!”</p> + +<p>By this time Cora and Eline had the boat in +the water. The stern was still on the pebbly +beach.</p> + +<p>“Jump in!” called Cora. “I’ll shove off!”</p> + +<p>“But you’ll get your feet wet!”</p> + +<p>“What of it? As if I cared!” Vigorously +Cora pushed off the boat, and managed to get in, +though not without getting rather wet. Then, +seizing one pair of oars, while Eline took the +others, they rowed hastily out to the capsized +craft. Other boats were now hastening to the +scene of the accident, but Cora Kimball was the +first to reach it. Jack and the other boys and +girls had left their cars on the main road, and +were racing down the beach.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I’m so glad you came!” gasped the girl +on the sail boat. “I’m holding him, but I can’t +seem to pull him up here. He’s so heavy!”</p> + +<p>“Who is it?” gasped Cora. She was rather +out of breath.</p> + +<p>“My little brother Dick. He got in the way +of the boom, and the main sheet fouled. That’s +why I jibed. I’d never have done it by myself. +We both went overboard, and I grabbed him. I +got up here, but I can’t pull him up. Oh, please +help me!”</p> + +<p>“Of course I will,” cried Cora.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_116'></a>116</span>“Then pull around on the other side, and you +can lift him into your boat. I can swim ashore.”</p> + +<p>Directed by the girl on the sail boat, Cora and +Eline sent their craft around so that they were +opposite the half-submerged deck, which was now +perpendicular in the water. There they saw the +girl holding above the surface of the bay the +head of a boy about seven years old. He seemed +as self-possessed as though he were on shore, and +calmly blinked at the rescuing girls.</p> + +<p>“He’s so fat and heavy,” cried the girl in the +bathing suit.</p> + +<p>“I’m very fat,” confessed the boy in the water, +calmly.</p> + +<p>Indeed he did seem so, even though only his +head and part of his shoulders showed. The +wind was rising a little again, having subsided +somewhat after capsizing the boat. The surface +of the bay was broken into little waves, and they +splashed into the face of the fat boy. But he did +not seem to mind.</p> + +<p>It was easier than Cora and Eline had thought +it would be to get him in the boat, for the buoyancy +of the salt water aided them, as did the +rather large bulk of the boy himself, it being a +well known fact that stout persons float much +more easily in the water than do thin ones.</p> + +<p>“Give yourself a boost, Dick!” directed the +girl in the bathing suit, to her brother. He did +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_117'></a>117</span> +so with a grunt that would have been laughable +under other circumstances, and soon he was safe +in the other boat, very wet, but otherwise not +hurt.</p> + +<p>“Did you swallow much water?” asked Cora, +anxiously.</p> + +<p>“Nope,” was the sententious answer.</p> + +<p>“I guess he’ll be all right,” remarked his sister. +“If you will kindly row him over there, I’ll swim +in,” and she pointed to the lighthouse.</p> + +<p>“Do you live there?” asked Cora, gazing at +the tall stone tower. With its high lantern, +which glistened in the sun, it stood on a point +extending out into the bay, just behind some menacing +rocks that jutted far out into the water in +a dangerous reef that the light warned mariners +against.</p> + +<p>“Yes, Dick and I live there,” answered the +girl. “My father, James Haley, is keeper of +the light. My name is Rosalie.”</p> + +<p>“And you look it,” said Cora, brightly, as she +noted the damask cheeks of the bathing girl.</p> + +<p>“Oh, thank you!” came quickly.</p> + +<p>“Won’t you get in this boat–I don’t know +whose it is–I just appropriated it,” said Cora. +“There is no need of your swimming.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I want to. I’ve gone clear across the +bay, though Daddy had a boat follow me. I’ve +won prizes swimming. No, I’ll just swim over.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_118'></a>118</span>“Will your brother be all right with us?” +and Cora looked at the small dripping figure in +the boat.</p> + +<p>“Oh, yes, Dick is as good as gold. He’ll do +just as you tell him. I guess he was rather scared +when he went over. But he can swim, only I +was rather afraid to let him try this time.”</p> + +<p>“What about your boat?” asked Eline.</p> + +<p>“She will stay here. The anchor fell out when +she went over, so she won’t drift. I’ll get one +of the men to tow her ashore and right her. +She’s a good little old tub. She’s capsized before.”</p> + +<p>With that the lighthouse maid made a graceful +dive and was soon swimming alongside Cora’s +boat. The latter and Eline now rowed to the +lighthouse, the girl in the water following, and +the autoists on shore breathing more freely.</p> + +<p>“Wasn’t that splendid of Cora!” cried Belle.</p> + +<p>“Just fine!” declared Bess.</p> + +<p>“Sis was right on the mark!” exclaimed Jack, +with pardonable pride. “I wonder who that girl +in the red suit is?”</p> + +<p>“She’s some swimmer; believe me!” declared +Norton in admiration.</p> + +<p>“She is that,” agreed Walter.</p> + +<p>“Say, it’s going to be no joke to get Cora’s +car up that hill of sand,” declared Ed, glancing +back to it.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_119'></a>119</span>“We can pull her up with ropes if we have to,” +said Jack. “I wonder where our bungles are, +anyhow? Notice that ‘bungles’–patent applied +for!”</p> + +<p>“I fancy those over there,” remarked Mrs. +Fordam, pointing to two that stood somewhat +removed from a group of cottages. “Yes,” the +chaperone went on, “I can see Aunt Susan in +the door of one waving to us.”</p> + +<p>“Me for Aunt Susan, then!” cried Jack. “I +hope she has something to eat!”</p> + +<p>“Eat!” gasped Belle. “Do you boys think +that Aunt Susan is going to cook for you?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, wasn’t that the arrangement?” inquired +Jack, blankly.</p> + +<p>“Indeed not!” was the quick answer. “You +boys are to do your own providing.”</p> + +<p>“Well, we can do it!” spoke Walter, quickly. +“And, mind, don’t ask us for some of our pie +and cake.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t worry,” remarked Bess, with a shrug +of her shoulders.</p> + +<p>The little accident in the bay had not attracted +much attention. Several who had run down to +the water’s edge, now that they saw the two rescued, +strolled away again, while the boats that +had started toward the capsized one veered off +as the occupants saw the one containing Cora +move away, and noted the girl swimming.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_120'></a>120</span>Of course Cora and Eline could have reached +the lighthouse much quicker than Rosalie Haley +had they desired, but Cora was a bit diffident +about rowing up to meet a strange man with his +rescued son, leaving the daughter swimming out +in the bay.</p> + +<p>“We’ll just keep with her,” whispered Cora +to Eline, nodding toward the swimmer, “and let +her do the explaining.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” agreed Eline.</p> + +<p>They rowed on for a time in silence, the recently +submerged boy saying nothing. Then +Cora called to Rosalie:</p> + +<p>“Won’t your father be worried?”</p> + +<p>“I don’t believe so. He knows both of us can +swim.” She talked easily in the water for she +progressed with her head well out, being, in fact, +an excellent swimmer. “Besides,” she went on, +as she reached forward in her side stroke, “poor +Daddy has other things to worry about. His +sister has disappeared–our Aunt Margaret.”</p> + +<p>“Disappeared!” echoed Cora.</p> + +<p>“Yes, gone completely. And not under the +most pleasant circumstances, either; but Daddy +believes that it’s all a mistake and will be cleared +up some day. But he is certainly worried about +Aunt Margaret, and he’s had the authorities looking +all over, but they can’t find her. So that’s +why I know he won’t worry over a little thing +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_121'></a>121</span> +like this. He’s got a bigger one,” and she swam +on.</p> + +<p>Cora wondered where she had heard that name–Margaret–before. She was sure she had, +and under peculiar circumstances, but so much had +been crowded into the last few minutes that her +brain did not act quickly. It was a puzzle that +she reserved for future solution.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_122'></a>122</span><a id='link_14'></a>CHAPTER XIV<br /><span class='h2fs'>SETTLING DOWN</span></h2> + +<p>When Cora, leading by the hand dripping +Dick Haley, met his father, the keeper of the +light, she exclaimed impulsively:</p> + +<p>“I’m sure I’ve seen you somewhere before!”</p> + +<p>It was rather a strange greeting under the +circumstances, considering that Cora had just +helped little Dick from the water. But the lighthouse +keeper did not seem to mind it.</p> + +<p>“I’m sure I can’t remember it, miss,” he made +answer, “and I’m counted on as having a pretty +good memory. However, the loss is all mine, I +do assure you. Now what mischief has my fat +boy been getting into?”</p> + +<p>“It was not his fault, I’m sure,” spoke Eline.</p> + +<p>“Indeed not,” echoed Cora. “Your daughter’s +boat upset and we went out to help her. +There she is!”</p> + +<p>Cora pointed to a dripping figure, in a red +bathing suit climbing up on a little pier that led +to the beacon. Following the disclosure made to +Cora, as Rosalie swam beside the boat, they had +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_123'></a>123</span> +reached the shore. Mr. Haley had been off getting +some supplies for the lighthouse and so had +not witnessed the accident. The first intimation +he had of it was when he saw his dripping son +being led up by Cora and Eline.</p> + +<p>“Upset; eh?” voiced the keeper of the light. +“Well, it has happened before, and it’ll happen +again. I’m glad it was no worse, and I’m very +much obliged to you, miss. But I don’t ever remember +seeing you before–either of you,” and +he glanced at Eline.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I’m sure you never saw <i>me</i>!” she +laughed “I’m from Chicago.”</p> + +<p>“Chicago!” he cried, quickly. “Why, I’m +from there originally. I used to be a pilot on +the lakes. But that’s years ago. Me and my +sister came from there. But Margaret–well, +what’s the use of talking of it?” and the worried +frown on his face deepened, as he went down to +meet his daughter, telling Dick to go up in the +living quarters of the light to get on dry clothes.</p> + +<p>Cora was sure she had seen the light keeper +before, but, puzzle her brain over the matter as +she might, she could not recall where it was. +And the name Margaret seemed to be impressed +on her memory, too. It was quite annoying not +to be able to recall matters when you wanted to, +she thought.</p> + +<p>“But I’ll just think no more about it,” mused +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_124'></a>124</span> +Cora. “Perhaps it will come to me when I +least expect it.”</p> + +<p>The lighthouse maid and her father met, and +in a few words she told of the accident. He sent +a man to tow in the overturned boat.</p> + +<p>“But you are wet, too!” he exclaimed to Cora, +as he noted her damp skirts and soaked shoes.</p> + +<p>“Oh, that’s nothing!” said she. “I pushed +off the boat. I don’t know whose it is, by the +way.”</p> + +<p>“It belongs to Hank Belton,” said the keeper. +“He won’t mind you using it. Do you live +around here?”</p> + +<p>Cora told how they were coming to the bungalows +for the summer.</p> + +<p>“Ah, then I’ll see you again, miss,” spoke Mr. +Haley. “I can’t properly thank you now–I’m +that flustered. This has upset me a little, though +usually I don’t worry about the children and the +water, for they look after themselves. But I’m +fair bothered about other matters.”</p> + +<p>“I told her, Daddy,” broke in Rosalie. +“About Aunt Margaret, you know.”</p> + +<p>“Did you? Well, I dare say it was all right. +I can’t see why she did it? I can’t see! Going +off that way, without notice, and those people to +make such unkind insinuations. I can’t understand +it!”</p> + +<p>He walked up and down in front of the little +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_125'></a>125</span> +dock. Rosalie looked as though she would enjoy +another plunge in the bay. Cora glanced +over to where her friends awaited her in a group +on the beach. Eline was looking at dripping +Dick going up to get on dry garments.</p> + +<p>“But there!” exclaimed Mr. Haley, “I +mustn’t bother you with my troubles. I dare +say you have enough of your own. But do come +over and see us; won’t you?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, do!” urged Rosalie.</p> + +<p>“We will,” said Cora. “But now I must get +back to my friends.”</p> + +<p>“You had best take the boat and row over,” +said the light keeper. “It’s shorter that way. +You can leave her just where you found her. +Hank won’t mind.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll row you over,” offered Rosalie.</p> + +<p>“No, indeed, thank you, we can do it,” spoke +Cora. “We are anxious to get settled in our +bungalows, so I think we had better go now. +We will see you again,” and with a smile and a +nod, she and Eline went down to the boat, which +had been left at the lighthouse float, and got in. +A little later they were with their friends.</p> + +<p>“Well, Cora, you certainly did something that +time!” remarked Jack.</p> + +<p>“And you didn’t lose any time,” added Ed.</p> + +<p>“Weren’t you frightened?” Belle wanted to +know.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_126'></a>126</span>“Not a bit–not even I,” answered Eline, +“and I don’t know much about the water.”</p> + +<p>“Who was she? What happened? How did +you get the boy out? Who keeps the light? +Tell us all about it!”</p> + +<p>Cora held up her hands to ward off the avalanche +of questions, and told as much as was +necessary. She did not mention having spoken +about thinking she had met the keeper of the +light before, nor about the insistence of the name +Margaret. Nor did it enter into Eline’s brief +added description of the events of that strenuously-filled +half-hour.</p> + +<p>“Well, here comes Aunt Susan,” remarked +Mrs. Fordam. “I think she couldn’t wait any +longer to learn all about what happened, and I +don’t blame her. I’ll soon turn you girls over to +her charge.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, but you’ll stay with us to-night!” exclaimed +Cora.</p> + +<p>“Yes, and I’ll go back home in the morning +on the train. Really I have enjoyed this trip +very much, and I would like to stay longer, but +I can’t. Perhaps I may come down during the +summer to see you.”</p> + +<p>“Please do,” invited Cora.</p> + +<p>Aunt Susan proved worthy of her name, a +home-like lady, with an easy manner, that made +one feel comfortable at once. She simply +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_127'></a>127</span> +“oozed” good things to eat, as Jack said, and +Jack ought to know. Some of the young people +she knew, having met them at Cora’s house. +The others were presented to her.</p> + +<p>“Well, the bungalows are all ready for you,” +she went on, after explanations had been made. +“I expect you’re tired and hungry and―”</p> + +<p>“Wet,” interrupted Jack, with a look at Cora. +“But then you can’t make rescues from the briny +deep without getting at least damp.”</p> + +<p>“I should like to change,” spoke Cora, glancing +at her soaked shoes.</p> + +<p>“Then come on,” said Aunt Susan. “I guess +you boys know where your quarters are,” she +added. “There is plenty to eat―”</p> + +<p>“Hurray!” cried Jack, swinging his hat, and +clapping Walter on the shoulder.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps you’ll all have supper together,” +suggested Mrs. Chester.</p> + +<p>“If the girls let us,” added Ed.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I guess we will,” assented Cora. “That +is, if you get my car up. I didn’t think, when I +ran it down, that the sand was so deep.”</p> + +<p>“We’ll look after it–don’t worry, Sis,” said +Jack.</p> + +<p>While the girls and the two ladies went on to +the larger bungalow, the boys managed, not without +some work, to get Cora’s auto up to the +road again. Then it was run along, with the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_128'></a>128</span> +others, to the big bungalow, where there was a +shed that would serve as shelter for the machines.</p> + +<p>The boys carried in the girls’ trunks and suit +cases, and transported their own to their quarters. +Then began a general “primping” time, as the +supper hour approached.</p> + +<p>“Oh, girls, isn’t this just delightful?” exclaimed +Cora, as she and the others entered what +was to be their home for the summer.</p> + +<p>“That window seat is a dear!” declared Belle, +as she proceeded to “drape” herself in it.</p> + +<p>“And see the porch hammocks,” called Bess, +“slumping” into one.</p> + +<p>“What a fine view of the bay we can get from +here,” added Eline, as she stood in the bow window, +a most graceful figure. Cora, in spite of +her damp shoes, had made a hurried trip through +the bungalow to arrange, tentatively at least, as +hostess, the different sleeping apartments.</p> + +<p>“Oh, it’s just the dearest place!” exclaimed +Eline. “I know we will simply love it here.”</p> + +<p>“Now just put off your things, get comfortable, +wash and comb if you like, and then the +boys will be over to supper,” said Mrs. Chester, +when the girls had made a tour of the place.</p> + +<p>“Gracious! Here they come now!” cried +Belle, as she saw Jack and his friends tramping +over the space that separated the two bungalows.</p> + +<p>The girls fled precipitately, for they had begun +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_129'></a>129</span> +to lay aside their collars and loosen their hair. +Then the two ladies took charge of matters, in +the kitchen at least. The boys were bidden to +remain out on the piazzas until invited in, and +they sprawled in various attitudes in chairs or +hammocks.</p> + +<p>Then the girls came down; there was noticed +throughout the bungalow various savory odors, +at which the boys grinned in delight. There was +the clatter of plates, and the jingle of silver–more +expansive smiles. There were looks of +pleased anticipation. Then came the clanging of +a bell.</p> + +<p>“Supper!” announced Mrs. Chester, appearing +in the door wearing a huge apron.</p> + +<p>“That’s us!” cried Jack.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I’ve just thought of it!” exclaimed Cora +in a low voice to Eline, as she walked beside her +to the dining room.</p> + +<p>“Thought of what?”</p> + +<p>“The name ‘Margaret!’”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_130'></a>130</span><a id='link_15'></a>CHAPTER XV<br /><span class='h2fs'>LAUNCHING THE “PET”</span></h2> + +<p>“Pass the olives again, please!”</p> + +<p>“Aren’t the lobsters delicious?”</p> + +<p>“Are you referring to us?” Ed bristled up, +and looked rather aggressively at Belle.</p> + +<p>“If the net fits―” she murmured.</p> + +<p>“Net being the sea-change from shoe,” spoke +Jack.</p> + +<p>“Please pass the olives,” came again from +Bess, waiting patiently. “I’ve only had―”</p> + +<p>“A dozen!” interrupted Ed.</p> + +<p>“I have not!”</p> + +<p>“Children!” rebuked Cora.</p> + +<p>They were all at the supper table–I prefer, +since we are now at sea, which makes so many +equal–to call the late meal supper, in preference +to dinner. No fisherman ever eats a “dinner” +except at noon, and it was now well on to +six o’clock. And they were making merry, were +the motor maids and boys.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Chester had made bountiful provision +for the party and they were now enjoying it thoroughly. +Over in the bungalow of the boys were +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_131'></a>131</span> +ample supplies for days to come, though such +as would not keep had been laid in sparingly.</p> + +<p>“You girls certainly look nice enough to―”</p> + +<p>“Eat, were you going to say?” asked Eline, +who was particularly “fetching,” to quote Norton, +whereupon Jack wanted to know what it +was she was expected to “fetch.”</p> + +<p>“Well, at least nibble at,” remarked Walter. +“Some of you don’t look as though you would +stand more than a nibble,” and he looked particularly +at Bess.</p> + +<p>“Oh, but there is so much to do,” sighed Cora, +as she thought of the arrangements for the night. +“We really must hurry through supper and +straighten things out. Then we can rest to-morrow.”</p> + +<p>“It doesn’t take you long to straighten out,” +said Ed, with a jovial smile. “One minute you’re +rescuing fat boys from the salty ocean, and the +next you look as charming as–er–as―”</p> + +<p>“As a mermaid,” finished Walter.</p> + +<p>“How do you do it?” Norton wanted to +know. “This is the first long motor trip I’ve +taken, and I’m wearing the collar of your brother, +with the necktie of Ed. I can’t seem to find a +thing of my own.”</p> + +<p>“It is all done by system,” said Cora.</p> + +<p>“Hear! Hear!” cried Jack, English fashion. +“Sis will kindly elucidate the system.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_132'></a>132</span>“Finish your supper!” ordered Cora. “We +want you boys to help carry around some of our +trunks. We’re going to place them differently.”</p> + +<p>“More work,” groaned Ed.</p> + +<p>But the meal was finally over and the boys put +the trunks in the rooms of the various girls. +Mrs. Chester had engaged the wife of one of the +Cove fishermen to come in to help with the house-work, +so the two chaperones could leave the +dishes to her while they helped the girls settle +their apartments. The bungalow was of ample +size, and they were sure to be comfortable.</p> + +<p>The boys did some “straightening-out,” but it +was more honored in the breach than in the observance. +When they wanted a thing they +“pawed” over their suit cases until they found +it, letting the other articles settle where they +might.</p> + +<p>They were all out on the porch, talking and +laughing over the events of the day, Cora being +called upon to recount her experiences in making +the rescue.</p> + +<p>“Cora,” spoke Eline softly, when some of the +motor boys and girls had voted for a stroll down +to the beach, “what was it you meant when you +said you recalled the name Margaret?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, yes. I’m glad you spoke of that. Do +you remember the name of the woman I found +in the garage the night of the fire?”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_133'></a>133</span>“Mrs.–Mrs.―” Eline paused.</p> + +<p>“Mrs. Margaret Raymond,” supplied Cora.</p> + +<p>“Yes, that was it. What of her?”</p> + +<p>“Well, the light keeper has a sister who is +missing. Her name is Margaret, too. She is +the aunt of the girl in the red bathing suit.”</p> + +<p>“Does anything follow from that?”</p> + +<p>“Suppose I told you that as soon as I saw Mr. +Haley, the keeper of the light, I was sure I had +seen his face before?”</p> + +<p>“Ah!” Eline was quick to grasp at a suggestion.</p> + +<p>“Of course I have never seen him before,” +went on Cora. “But his sister must bear +some resemblance to him; don’t you think, +Eline?”</p> + +<p>“I should say so–yes.”</p> + +<p>“Then take the name Margaret–the fact that +his sister is named that–also that the strange +woman who ran away from the office, and whom +I found in our garage, was named the same–the +fact that Mr. Haley’s sister is strangely missing, +and under some sort of a cloud–which +would also cover Mrs. Raymond–and you see +the coincidences; don’t you?”</p> + +<p>“Indeed I do!” declared Eline. “Oh, Cora, +if it should turn out that they are the same person!”</p> + +<p>“It would be remarkable. But even if it were +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_134'></a>134</span> +so we could not help him. We could give him +no clue as to his sister’s whereabouts now.”</p> + +<p>“Well, we must find out what his sister’s last +name is. He has invited us over there, and I +think I can speak to him on the subject. It is +worth trying, anyhow. Suppose we go and join +the others.”</p> + +<p>“Shall you tell them?” asked Eline.</p> + +<p>“Not yet.”</p> + +<p>They found the rest of the party down on the +shore of the cove. The moon was up and the +picture presented was an attractive one. Two +points, jutting out into the ocean, came near +enough together to make a sort of strait that led +into the bay.</p> + +<p>Opening out of the big bay was a smaller +cove–called Sandy–from the fine extent of bathing +beach it afforded. It was just back of this +beach that several cottages had been put up, +also the two bungalows occupied by our +friends.</p> + +<p>The point on which the lighthouse was built +was somewhat in the shape of a shoe, and on the +farthermost extremity were black rocks, extending, +as I have said, out in a dangerous reef from +which the flashing light warned vessels. The +point was built up with fishermen’s cottages, or +modest houses, and around the bay was located +the village of Sandy Point, a small settlement, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_135'></a>135</span> +but one that was gradually growing as the summer +colonists found out its beauty.</p> + +<p>“I hope the <i>Petrel</i> is here, all right,” remarked +Jack, when they had talked of many other matters.</p> + +<p>“We’ll have to see the first thing in the morning,” +declared Ed.</p> + +<p>“Yes, I am anxious to get her afloat,” spoke +Cora. “The water is lovely around here.”</p> + +<p>“Well, you ought to know,” came from Walter, +“you were out on it to-day.”</p> + +<p>“We’ll have some fun bathing,” said Norton. +“You say that lighthouse girl has won swimming +prizes, Cora?”</p> + +<p>“Yes.”</p> + +<p>“Maybe we can get up some races,” came +from Bess. “Do you swim, Eline?”</p> + +<p>“Some. That’s what everyone says, I believe.”</p> + +<p>They talked and strolled, and strolled and +talked, until the lateness of the hour sent them +to their bungalows.</p> + +<p>There was some little excitement about getting +settled for the night, for it developed that one +of the trunks containing some garments of the +girls had not arrived. But they “doubled up,” +and were fairly comfortable. As for the boys, +the sounds of merriment came from their quarters +even at a late hour.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_136'></a>136</span>“I’m glad I don’t have to chaperone them,” +remarked Aunt Susan.</p> + +<p>Morning came, as it generally does. Jack and +his chums got their own breakfast–in a more or +less haphazard fashion–and then set off to the +railroad depot to see about the motor boat.</p> + +<p>It was safe in the freight office, and was eagerly +inspected by the boys. For, while Cora and her +motor girl chums really owned the dainty little +craft, the young men felt that they had almost +a proprietary interest in it.</p> + +<p>“How are we going to get it over to the +Cove?” asked Ed.</p> + +<p>“On a truck, of course,” replied Jack. “Then +we’ll knock off the cradle―”</p> + +<p>“Rocked in the cradle of the deep!” burst +out Walter.</p> + +<p>“Where’s your permit to sing?” demanded +Jack. “Stop it. Your swan song will come in +handy when we launch the <i>Pet</i>.”</p> + +<p>“Well, I guess this part of the work is strictly +up to us,” remarked Norton, as he surveyed the +boat. “And the sooner we get her into the water +the sooner we can have a ride.”</p> + +<p>“Right–oh!” exclaimed Jack. “I’ll ask the +freight agent about a truck.”</p> + +<p>That official told the boys where they could +hire one, a certain man at the Cove making a +specialty of moving boats.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_137'></a>137</span>A little later the boys were perched on a big +wagon, containing the boat, and moving toward +a boat-repair dock whence most of the launchings +were made.</p> + +<p>The girls had word of the little ceremony that +was to occur, and they gathered at the place while +the boys, with the help of one or two men, arranged +to slide the un-cradled boat into the water.</p> + +<p>All went well until toward the end. Then the +boat seemed to stick on the rollers.</p> + +<p>“Shove her hard!” cried Jack. “You fellows +aren’t putting half enough beef into your +shoves.”</p> + +<p>“All together now, boys!” cried Walter. +“Here she goes!”</p> + +<p>Just how it happened no one knew, but the <i>Pet</i> +suddenly shot down the ways, sliding over the +rollers. Jack, who had hold of her amidships, +kept his grip, and, as if not wanting to part +company from the youth, or as if objecting to taking +the plunge alone, the motor boat shot into +deep water, carrying Jack with her. He clung +to the gunwhale and shouted–not in alarm, for +he could swim, but in startled surprise.</p> + +<p>“Hold her, Jack, hold her!” shouted Walter. +“Or she’ll smash into that other boat,” for the +<i>Pet</i>, under the momentum of the slide, was going +stern foremost straight toward an anchored +sloop.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_138'></a>138</span><a id='link_16'></a>CHAPTER XVI<br /><span class='h2fs'>SUSPICIONS STRENGTHENED</span></h2> + +<p>The girls screamed. The boys looked on in +startled amazement. The men who had been +hired to help launch the boat stood with their +hands hanging at their sides, as if unable to do +anything. Finally Walter galvanized himself +into action long enough to exclaim:</p> + +<p>“We should have had a rope fast to her.”</p> + +<p>“That you had, my lad!” agreed a grizzled +old fisherman. “A rope and a kedge anchor +on shore. Howsomever―”</p> + +<p>“Can’t something be done?” demanded Cora, +clasping her hands impulsively. “It must be! +Our boat!”</p> + +<p>The spectacle of the fine craft, in which so +many of the hopes and expectations of the young +people centered, about to be damaged, seemed to +send a chill of apprehension to the hearts of the +girls–more so than in the case of the boys. And +it certainly looked as though a collision was unavoidable.</p> + +<p>“And Jack!” cried Belle. “He’ll be +smashed!”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_139'></a>139</span>“Not on that end,” remarked Ed, grimly. “If +he sticks there he won’t be hurt. He’s as far +away from the smashing-point as he can +get.”</p> + +<p>This was true, for Jack was now clinging to +the stem of the boat, having edged his way along +from amidships. He did not seem worried, and +in fact was preparing to do the only thing possible +to prevent a collision.</p> + +<p>While the boys–Ed, Walter and Norton–were +racing about, looking for an available boat +to launch, regardless of the fact that it would be +too late for all practical purposes, and while the +fishermen helpers were disputing as to whose +fault it was that a retaining rope had not been +provided, Jack was carrying out his plan of action.</p> + +<p>This was nothing more or less than to turn +himself into a rudder. As a usual thing the rudder +is on the stern of the boat–necessarily so–but +in this case the stern of the <i>Pet</i> was the bow, +as far as motion was concerned, and Jack, clinging +to the stem, was on the stern, so to speak. +So, vigorously churning with his feet, as a swimmer +might tread water, he threw himself to one +side, as a rudder might have been turned.</p> + +<p>The effect was immediate. The <i>Pet</i> veered to +one side, and the startled owner of the sloop, +toward which the motor boat was plunging, had +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_140'></a>140</span> +small use for the hook he had caught up in his +excitement.</p> + +<p>In another moment the <i>Pet</i> shot alongside the +other craft, sliding rather violently along the rub-streak, +and careening the sloop and herself as +well. But no real harm was done save the removal +of considerable paint and varnish. Jack +had succeeded in his design.</p> + +<p>“Well, what were you trying to do?” demanded +the owner of the sloop, rather angrily.</p> + +<p>“Trying to save your boat from harm,” answered +Jack quickly. “Throw me a line, will +you? and I’ll come aboard. I don’t want to get +in the motor boat, all wet as I am.”</p> + +<p>“Sure thing!” the man exclaimed. “That +was a neat trick you worked. Mighty clever!”</p> + +<p>He flung Jack a rope’s end, the two boats now +having drifted apart. Jack pulled himself to the +deck of the sloop, letting go his hold on the <i>Pet</i>, +but Walter and Ed were now coming out to get +her in a small boat. Soon she was tied safely +at the float, and Jack returned to shore.</p> + +<p>“How–how did it all happen?” asked Eline.</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Jack, rather pantingly, for his +breath was somewhat spent, “I had an idea that +I gave a fairly good imitation, a la the moving +picture performance, of how it happened. But +if you’d prefer to have me play a return engagement, +I might―”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_141'></a>141</span>“Don’t you dare!” cried Cora, as Jack made +a motion as though to plunge into the water again. +“Was that man very mad, Jack?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, only so-so. Say, I am some wet!”</p> + +<p>“Yes, you’d better go up to the bung, and +change,” suggested Ed–“bung,” I may explain, +being a short cut for bungalow.</p> + +<p>“Guess I’d better,” agreed the damp one. +“Say, but she’s leaking some!” and he looked +into the cockpit of the motor craft.</p> + +<p>“It will stop when the seams swell,” was Walter’s +opinion. “Come on, fellows, we’ll look +over the engine.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, and please get some gasoline,” suggested +Cora. “We may be able to go for a +spin this afternoon. Come on, girls. Now that +the <i>Pet</i> is in her element we’ll take a stroll +around, and look at–well, at whatever there is +to look at,” she concluded.</p> + +<p>“Let’s go over to the lighthouse,” suggested +Belle.</p> + +<p>“Not now!” exclaimed Cora, quickly. “We’ll +go some other time. Come on,” and leaving the +boys to go over the intricacies of the motor boat, +the girls strolled along the sand.</p> + +<p>Jack hurried on the bungalow.</p> + +<p>“Why didn’t you want to go to the lighthouse?” +asked Eline of Cora, as they walked on, +arm in arm. “I think they are so romantic. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_142'></a>142</span> +And perhaps that mermaid’s father might show +us through it in return for our rescue.”</p> + +<p>“Doubtless he would, and probably he will–later,” +said Cora. “But, Eline, I want to do +some thinking first.”</p> + +<p>“About what?”</p> + +<p>“About what that mermaid, as you call her, +told me of her father’s worries. She―”</p> + +<p>“Here she comes now,” interrupted Belle, +catching part of what Cora and Eline were saying. +Walking along the strand, with the chubby +little boy who had been pulled from the water, +was Rosalie.</p> + +<p>“How do you do?” she called pleasantly to +Cora. “Are you all settled? I think it must +be lovely to live as you girls do, going about as +you please.”</p> + +<p>“And I think it must be so romantic to live +in a lighthouse,” interposed Belle. “Do you +ever tend the light?”</p> + +<p>“Once in a while, when father is busy–that is, +early in the evening. Father and the assistant, +Harry Small, stand the night watches.”</p> + +<p>“Do you ever have storms here?” asked Bess.</p> + +<p>“Oh, often, yes; and bad ones too.”</p> + +<p>“And are ships wrecked?” Eline queried.</p> + +<p>“Occasionally.”</p> + +<p>“Did your light ever save any?” asked Cora.</p> + +<p>“Oh, yes, it must have, for the light can be +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_143'></a>143</span> +seen for a long distance. Of course, we can’t +say how many vessels have come in too close +to the black rocks, and have veered off. But I +know once or twice father has seen the lights +too close in, and then, as the sailors saw the lantern +flash, they would steer out. So you see they +were warned in time.”</p> + +<p>“That’s splendid!” cried Bess. “Think of +saving a whole shipload of people!” and her +eyes sparkled.</p> + +<p>“How is your father?” asked Cora in a low +voice, as she got a chance to walk with Rosalie, +the other three girls going on ahead.</p> + +<p>“Oh, he is still worried–if that is what you +mean,” was the answer.</p> + +<p>“That is what I do mean, my dear,” Cora went +on. “I wonder if you would mind describing +your aunt to us.”</p> + +<p>“You mean the one who–disappeared?”</p> + +<p>“Yes.”</p> + +<p>“Why?”</p> + +<p>It was a challenge, and Rosalie looked curiously +at Cora.</p> + +<p>“Well, my dear, I fancy–no, I will say nothing +until I learn more. But don’t tell me about +her unless you choose.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I’m sure I don’t mind. Perhaps you +would like to speak to father?”</p> + +<p>“Possibly–a little later. But was your aunt +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_144'></a>144</span> +a delicate woman, with iron gray hair, and rather +a nervous manner?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, that’s Aunt Margaret! But why do +you ask?”</p> + +<p>“I will tell you later, my dear. Please don’t +say anything about it until I see your father. +Do you suppose he would show us through the +light?”</p> + +<p>“Of course! I’ll ask him; and that will give +you the chance you want!”</p> + +<p>“Fine!” exclaimed Cora. “I’m afraid you +will think this is rather a conspiracy,” she went +on, “but I have my reasons. It may amount to +nothing, but I will not be satisfied until I have +proved or disproved something I have suspected +since I came here.”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_145'></a>145</span><a id='link_17'></a>CHAPTER XVII<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE LIGHT KEEPER’S STORY</span></h2> + +<p>“Hurray! She’s going!”</p> + +<p>It was Jack who cried this.</p> + +<p>“‘She starts, she moves, she seems to +feel―’”</p> + +<p>“As though we’d catch a wiggling eel!”</p> + +<p>Thus Ed began the quotation, and thus Walter +ended it. The boys had been working in the +motor boat, and had only now, after several +hours, succeeded in getting it to respond to their +labors. The motor started with a sound that +“meant business,” as Jack expressed it.</p> + +<p>“Let’s go for a run,” suggested Norton.</p> + +<p>“Better wait for the girls–it’s their boat,” +returned Walter.</p> + +<p>“And we’d better pump some of the water out +of her,” added Jack. “She leaks like a sieve.”</p> + +<p>“Pump her out, and by the time the girls are +here she’ll be ready,” spoke Walter.</p> + +<p>“It was that carbureter all the while,” declared +Ed. “I knew it was!”</p> + +<p>“I was sure it was in the secondary coil,” came +from Jack.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_146'></a>146</span>“And you couldn’t make me believe but what +it was one of the spark plugs,” was Norton’s contribution. +“But it was the carbureter, all right.”</p> + +<p>“All wrong, you mean,” half grumbled Walter, +whose hands were covered with grease and +gasoline. “Some one had opened the needle +valve too far.”</p> + +<p>“Well, let’s get busy with the pump,” Jack +said. “It’s too nice to be hanging around the +float.”</p> + +<p>The <i>Pet</i> was soon in as good condition as hasty +work could make her, and on the arrival of the +girls the whole party went out for a spin, though +they were a bit crowded. Cora was at the wheel, +a position her right to which none disputed.</p> + +<p>“I don’t know these waters around here,” she +admitted, “but Rosalie said there was a good +depth nearly all over the Cove, even at low tide.”</p> + +<p>“Rosalie being the mermaid?” asked Norton. +“I should like to meet her.”</p> + +<p>“I have asked her over to the bungalow,” +went on Cora. “But I warn you that she is a +very <i>sensible</i> girl.”</p> + +<p>“Meaning that I am not?” challenged Norton.</p> + +<p>“Not a girl–certainly,” observed Jack.</p> + +<p>“Not sensible!” exclaimed Norton.</p> + +<p>“Don’t give them an opening, boy,” cautioned +Ed. “You don’t know these girls as I do.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_147'></a>147</span>“Don’t flatter yourself,” was the contribution +from Bess.</p> + +<p>“Why don’t you talk?” asked Jack of Belle.</p> + +<p>“She’s too interested in how deep the water +is, and wondering if she will float as well as dripping +Dick,” mocked Eline.</p> + +<p>“I am not!” promptly answered Belle. “And +just to show you that I’m not afraid I’m +going to try to swim as soon as we go in bathing.”</p> + +<p>“Which will be to-morrow,” said Cora.</p> + +<p>They motored about the bay, winding in and +out among anchored and moving craft. Cora +was as adept at the wheel of the <i>Pet</i> as she was +at that of the <i>Whirlwind</i>, and many admiring +comments were made by other steersmen in the +Cove, though Cora knew it not.</p> + +<p>“She stood her land journey well,” remarked +Bess, as she noted how well the engine was running.</p> + +<p>“But you should have seen the trouble we +had,” complained Walter. “We thought she’d +never go!”</p> + +<p>The day was lovely, and it was a temptation +to stay out, but Cora was wise enough not to remain +too long on the water. Already the effect +of the hot sun was evident on the hands and faces +of all, and the girls were secretly wishing for +some talcum powder.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_148'></a>148</span>They went back to the float, arrangements having +been made to dock the <i>Petrel</i> there. Then +came a hasty meal and another spin.</p> + +<p>They were getting matters down to a system +in the bungalows now–at least the girls were. +The boys lived haphazard, as they always did, +and perhaps always would. Mrs. Chester–Aunt +Susan–in the absence of Mrs. Fordam, +who had returned home–assumed charge of +Cora and her friends to the extent of seeing that +meals were ready on time.</p> + +<p>It was their third day at the coast, the time +having been well occupied–every hour of it almost–and +the girls were out alone in the <i>Pet</i>–the +boys having gone fishing–when Cora observed +a figure in a red bathing suit near the lighthouse +float waving to them.</p> + +<p>“Rosalie–the mermaid!” exclaimed Bess. +“What can she want?”</p> + +<p>“Perhaps her little brother is in the water +again,” said Belle.</p> + +<p>“No, she doesn’t seem excited enough for +that,” spoke Eline.</p> + +<p>“We’ll go see,” was Cora’s decision.</p> + +<p>The <i>Pet</i> circled up to the float and came to a +stop at its side, not a jar marring the landing.</p> + +<p>“Well done!” said Rosalie to Cora. “There +are not many girls who can run a motor boat +like that.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_149'></a>149</span>“I have had some practice,” was the modest +reply.</p> + +<p>“Father will be glad to see you,” went on the +mermaid, with a smile. “He has just been +polishing the light, and I know he’ll be glad to +show you through.”</p> + +<p>She glanced meaningly at Cora, who returned +the look.</p> + +<p>“Welcome, ladies!” greeted Mr. Haley. +“I’m real glad to see you. Visitors are always +welcome. Are you good climbers?”</p> + +<p>“Why?” asked Eline.</p> + +<p>“Because we have no elevator, and it’s quite a +step to the top of the tower.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, we can do it,” Cora declared.</p> + +<p>They were shown through the light, and the +keeper explained how, by means of clock-work, +propelled by heavy weights, the great lens was +revolved, making the flashing light. It turned +every five seconds, sending out a signal that all +the mariners knew, each lighthouse being in a +different class, and the signals they gave, either +fixed or stationary, being calculated to distinguish +different parts of the coast where danger lies.</p> + +<p>On their return to the neat parlor, on the appearance +of which the girls complimented Rosalie, +who kept house for her father–his wife being +dead–Cora saw a photograph lying on the centre +table. At the sight of it she exclaimed:</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_150'></a>150</span>“That is she!”</p> + +<p>“Who? What do you mean?” cried Mr. +Haley. “That is my sister!”</p> + +<p>“And it is the woman who was in our barn!” +Cora said. “I have thought all along it was. +Now I am sure of it. Mr. Haley, I am sure +I do not want to pry into your family affairs, but +your daughter said something about her aunt being +missing, and how worried you were. I am +sure we have met her since–since her trouble. +Perhaps we can help you.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, if you only could!” exclaimed the light +keeper. “My poor sister! Where can she +be?”</p> + +<p>“Suppose you tell me a little about her, and +then I–and my friends–can decide whether the +woman we met is the one pictured there,” and +Cora passed the photograph to Bess.</p> + +<p>“There isn’t much to tell,” said the keeper of +the light, slowly. “My sister is a widow. After +her husband died she went to Westport to +work in an office. She had been a clerk before +her marriage. Everything seemed to go well +for a time and she occasionally wrote to me how +much she liked it. A friend of hers was in the +same building.</p> + +<p>“Then my sister’s letters ceased suddenly. I +got worried and wrote to her friend. I got an +answer, saying there had been a robbery in the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_151'></a>151</span> +office where my sister worked, and that my sister +had disappeared. A young girl left at the same +time, and there was some doubt about the robbery, +though two men were mentioned as being +concerned in it. But my poor sister must have +felt that they would suspect her–and she never +would take a pin belonging to anyone else. But +she went away, and I’ve tried all means to locate +her, but I can’t. It has me worried to +death, nearly.”</p> + +<p>“What was your sister’s name?” asked Cora.</p> + +<p>“Margaret Raymond.”</p> + +<p>“That is the same woman!” spoke Cora, +firmly. “Oh, to think we didn’t ask her more +about herself!”</p> + +<p>By degrees she and the other girls told the +story of the woman in the burning barn. They +did not so much as hint of their first suspicions +about the fire.</p> + +<p>“And what was the name of the girl who +worked in the office with her?” asked Belle.</p> + +<p>“Nancy Ford,” answered Mr. Haley.</p> + +<p>“There can be no doubt of it,” declared Cora. +“That settles it. What a coincidence! That +we should find her brother here!”</p> + +<p>“Oh, can you tell me where my sister is?” +asked the light keeper.</p> + +<p>“I am very sorry, but she went away in a hurry +from my house,” said Cora, “and we have not +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_152'></a>152</span> +seen her since. We feel sure she was the woman +the sheep herder met that same night,” and she +told about that incident.</p> + +<p>“Bless that kind man–he helped her some, +anyhow, and bless you girls,” said Mr. Haley, +fervently. His eyes were moist, and those of the +girls were not altogether dry.</p> + +<p>“How can we trace her?” asked Bess.</p> + +<p>“The only way I see,” spoke Cora, “is to +write to the town toward which she went after +the sheep man saw her. The authorities there +might give some information.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll do it!” cried the light keeper, as he made +a note of the place. “I can’t thank you enough.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, we have done scarcely anything,” answered +Cora. “We wish it were much more.”</p> + +<p>Further details and forgotten incidents were +mentioned as bearing on the case, and then the +girls departed in the boat. It was a little rough +going back, and the spray flew over them.</p> + +<p>“Isn’t it strange?” observed Belle.</p> + +<p>“Very queer how it all turned out,” agreed +Eline.</p> + +<p>“Poor woman,” said Cora. “I feel so sorry +for her!”</p> + +<p>The boys remained out fishing nearly all day, +and when they returned, not having had exceptional +luck, Cora took Jack to one side and +asked:</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_153'></a>153</span>“What was the name of the girl you and Ed +met on the road the time of our break-down?”</p> + +<p>“She didn’t say.”</p> + +<p>“Are you sure?”</p> + +<p>“Of course, Sis. If I knew I’d have sent her +a souvenir postal. What’s the answer?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, nothing, I thought perhaps she had mentioned +it.”</p> + +<p>“Nary a word. Did you have a nice ride?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, we went to the lighthouse. And, Jack, +what do you think? That woman–the one in +our garage–is Mr. Haley’s sister!”</p> + +<p>Jack was properly astonished, and he and the +other boys listened with interest to the story of +the identification.</p> + +<p>“Say,” drawled Norton, “if we find Nancy +Ford and Mrs. Raymond we’ll be doing a good +thing.”</p> + +<p>“If,” observed Ed, significantly.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_154'></a>154</span><a id='link_18'></a>CHAPTER XVIII<br /><span class='h2fs'>BELLE SWIMS</span></h2> + +<p>The tide was just right. In their newest bathing +suits the motor girls had assembled on the +beach in the hot sun. Their white arms and +necks showed the winter of indoors, but their +faces had already taken on the tan of the seaside. +Soon arms and necks would be in accord.</p> + +<p>The boys were out on the float, splashing +about, occasionally “shooting the chutes” and +diving from the pier.</p> + +<p>“Is the water cold?” asked Cora, going down +to where the waves splashed on the pebbles. +Daintily she dipped in–just a toe. “How is it, +Jack?”</p> + +<p>Jack was tumbling about near the beach like +a porpoise.</p> + +<p>“Sw–swell!” he managed to gasp, the hesitancy +being because a wave insisted on looking +at his tongue, or trying to scrub his already white +teeth–Cora could not decide which.</p> + +<p>“Is it really warm?”</p> + +<p>“Of course!”</p> + +<p>“It feels cold.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_155'></a>155</span>“I know. That’s because you stand there and +stick one toe in. Get wet all over and–you’ll +feel―”</p> + +<p>Jack was suddenly plunged under water by +Walter, who had come swimming up, so the sentence +was not finished. But Cora could guess it.</p> + +<p>“I’m going in; come on, girls!” she cried.</p> + +<p>“Oh, wait a little,” pleaded Belle.</p> + +<p>“And you said you were going to learn to +swim to-day!” challenged Eline. She looked +particularly well in her dainty bathing costume.</p> + +<p>“Well, I–I didn’t know the water would be +so deep!”</p> + +<p>“Deep!” echoed Cora. “It’s getting shallower +all the while. The tide is going out. Come +on.”</p> + +<p>She waded out a short distance, bravely repressing +the spasmodic screams that sprang to +her lips, and turning to the others said:</p> + +<p>“It–it’s–fi–fine–co–come on–in!”</p> + +<p>“Listen to her!” cried Bess. “It must be +like a refrigerator to make her stammer like +that.”</p> + +<p>“It is not,” said Cora. “It–it’s real–real +warm–when you–you–get used to it.”</p> + +<p>“I have heard said,” remarked Eline with +studied calmness, “that one can get used to anything–if +one only makes up one’s mind to it.”</p> + +<p>“Come–come on―”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_156'></a>156</span>Cora did not finish. A wave splashed up on +her, taking her breath. Then, resolving to get +it over with, she strode out, threw herself under +water and a moment later was swimming beside +Jack.</p> + +<p>“Cora’s in!” exclaimed Bess. “I’m going +too.”</p> + +<p>“So am I,” added Eline. “Come on, Belle!”</p> + +<p>Belle hesitated.</p> + +<p>“I can only swim a few strokes,” she said. +“I learned at Lake Dunkirk.”</p> + +<p>“It’s much easier in salt water than fresh,” +insisted Eline, taking hold of Belle’s arm. “Do +try!”</p> + +<p>Hesitatingly Belle waded out into the water. +She gasped and choked as the chill struck through +her, then, resolving to be brave, she plunged herself +under. She gasped more than ever, but did +not give up.</p> + +<p>“You are doing fine!” cried Eline, as she +struck out toward the float.</p> + +<p>Suddenly Belle screamed.</p> + +<p>“Are you going down?” asked Eline in alarm, +yet they were not out beyond their depth.</p> + +<p>“No, she’s going up!” asserted Walter, who +was swimming near by.</p> + +<p>“Don’t make fun of her!” commanded Cora.</p> + +<p>“I’m not. She’s making fun of herself.”</p> + +<p>Again Belle screamed.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_157'></a>157</span>“Oh! Oh!” she cried. “Something has me! +I–I’m sure it’s a lobster.”</p> + +<p>“None of us boys missing!” joked Ed, as he +splashed up.</p> + +<p>“Lobsters are worth forty cents a pound! +Save that one! Save it!” commanded Norton, +as he came alongside with strong, even strokes.</p> + +<p>“Oh dear!” screamed Belle.</p> + +<p>She really seemed in distress, but something +nerved her to strike out as she never had before, +and before she knew it she was swimming.</p> + +<p>A figure in red guided to her side–a veritable +mermaid. It was the girl from the lighthouse–Rosalie.</p> + +<p>“Take it slowly–you are doing lovely!” she +commended. “You are swimming!”</p> + +<p>“Oh–Oh–I–I’m so glad!” cried Belle. +“I’ve always wanted to, but they said I–I would +be afraid!”</p> + +<p>Rosalie was half supporting her, but really +Belle was doing well, and gaining confidence every +minute. As the lighthouse maid swam past Cora +she managed to whisper:</p> + +<p>“Father wants to see you. Come over when +you can. I think he has had some word from +Aunt Margaret.”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_158'></a>158</span><a id='link_19'></a>CHAPTER IX<br /><span class='h2fs'>GATHERING CLOUDS</span></h2> + +<p>The word which the lighthouse keeper had received +was rather indefinite. It was a letter +from his sister, but it only confirmed that which +he already knew.</p> + +<p>“And it doesn’t give me any address where I +can write to her!” he complained when Cora +had paid him a visit, in response to the invitation +given by Rosalie during the swim. “It’s +postmarked at–maybe you can see it, my eye-sight +isn’t what it used to be,” and he held the +envelope out to Cora.</p> + +<p>“Edmenton,” she read. “That’s in this +State.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, but what good would it do to write to +her there?” he asked. “She evidently doesn’t +want me to know where she is. Just read the +letter, Miss.”</p> + +<p>It was not long and in effect said that Mrs. +Raymond would not come back to her relatives +until she had found Nancy Ford, and cleared her +name of the suspicion on it.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_159'></a>159</span>“Don’t try to find me,” wrote Mrs. Raymond, +“as I am going from place to place, working +where I can. I am seeking Nancy. I thought +she might have gone back where she used to live, +but I wrote there and she had not arrived. I +must search farther. I am doing fairly well, so +don’t worry about me. Some folks have been +very kind–especially some young ladies. I will +tell you about them when I see you, brother–if +I ever do.”</p> + +<p>“She must mean you–the time of the fire,” +said the light keeper. “I’m sure I’m much +obliged to you for befriending my sister.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, it was nothing,” protested Cora. “I +wish we could have done more. I am sure we +could have, had she not gone off in such a hurry. +But we can’t blame her, for she was very nervous +and excited.”</p> + +<p>“Poor Margaret,” murmured Mr. Haley. +“She was always that way. She tells me not to +worry–but I can’t help it.”</p> + +<p>“I suppose not,” agreed Cora. “You might +try writing to Edmenton. The postmaster there +might give you a clue, or tell you some one who +could give information.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll do it!” exclaimed the keeper of the light. +“It will give me something to do, anyhow,” and +he set to the task.</p> + +<p>Cora had called at the light alone, not knowing +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_160'></a>160</span> +what the nature of the communication might be +that the keeper wished to make to her. It was +the day after Belle had bravely struck out for +herself in the water.</p> + +<p>Cora said good-bye to Rosalie, who was busy +about her household duties, and waved to little +Dick, who was playing on the beach. Then, getting +into the <i>Pet</i> in which she had come to the +lighthouse float, Cora turned the bow toward the +little dock at the foot of the slope on which the +bungalows were perched.</p> + +<p>“Well, you were gone long enough!” complained +Jack when she got back. “I’ve been +waiting for you.”</p> + +<p>“What for?” she asked. “Has anything +happened?”</p> + +<p>“Nothing except that we fellows have heard +of a motor boat we can hire cheap for the season, +and we want to run over and look at it. The fellow +who has it is on the other side of the Cove. +Can I take the <i>Pet</i>?”</p> + +<p>“Certainly, Jack. We girls are going to the +life-saving station, anyhow. You’ll be back before +lunch; won’t you?”</p> + +<p>“I should guess yes!” exclaimed Walter, who +had come up. “We wouldn’t miss our rations +for anything.”</p> + +<p>Jack and his chums were soon speeding across +the bay. There was quite a sea on, for the wind +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_161'></a>161</span> +was rising, and there seemed to be indications of +a storm. But a number of boats were out on the +water, and the <i>Pet</i> was a staunch craft. Also, +Jack and the other boys were able to manage her, +and all were excellent swimmers.</p> + +<p>Cora and the girls went on to the life-saving +station not far from their bungalow. They were +much interested in the method of launching the +boat, and the captain explained how it would +right itself if capsized, and also bail out the +water that entered in a storm.</p> + +<p>“What do you do when you can’t launch a +boat?” asked Belle.</p> + +<p>“Use the breeches buoy,” answered the grizzled +old salt. He showed how by means of a +mortar a line was fired aboard the wreck, and +how, by a sort of pulley arrangement, the persons +in danger could, one at a time, be pulled ashore, +sitting in the “breeches buoy.”</p> + +<p>“It’s just like some of those apartment house +clothes lines on high poles,” said Bess; “isn’t +it?”</p> + +<p>“I never heard it called that afore,” remarked +the captain of the coast guard, “but I s’pose you +could call it that if you was a mind to. If you’ll +stay around a bit you’ll see our drill.”</p> + +<p>The girls were delighted, and eagerly watched +while the mortar was fired, the cylindrical shot +carrying the line out to an imaginary wreck. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_162'></a>162</span> +Then one man played the part of a shipwrecked +mariner, and was hauled over the sand, while +Cora took several photographs of him.</p> + +<p>“We’ve got her!” exclaimed Jack, as the girls +returned to the bungalow. “She isn’t much for +looks, but she can beat the <i>Pet</i>!”</p> + +<p>“Who?” asked Cora, thinking of something +else.</p> + +<p>“The motor boat we hired. Come on out +and we’ll give you a race.”</p> + +<p>“Let’s!” exclaimed Belle.</p> + +<p>“My, but you’re getting brave!” observed Ed. +“The time was when a race frightened you even +if you read of it in the papers.”</p> + +<p>“I did not!”</p> + +<p>“She can swim now,” commented Bess.</p> + +<p>Motor maids and motor boys went out on the +bay in the two motor boats. The craft Jack and +his chums had hired was not very elegant, and +she seemed to be rather uncertain about starting, +and when she did the engine appeared to be protesting +most of the while. But the boat made +good time, and though it did not really beat the +<i>Pet</i> (much to the disappointment of boastful +Jack) it kept well up with Cora’s speedy craft.</p> + +<p>For a week or more the young people enjoyed +to the utmost the life on the coast. More people +came to the little summer resort, and several social +affairs were arranged.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_163'></a>163</span>There were swimming races, in which the girls +and boys participated, even Belle entering in the +novice class. But she won no prize, nor did she +expect to.</p> + +<p>“I just wanted to show Jack Kimball that I +didn’t have to wear a life preserver nor be anchored +to the shore!” she declared with spirit.</p> + +<p>“I humbly beg your pardon!” said Jack, with +a bow.</p> + +<p>Then there were motor boat races, in which +the <i>Pet</i> did herself proud, coming in first in her +class. The boys had great hopes of the <i>Duck</i>, +as they had re-named the boat they hired, but +when they were doing well, and not far from the +finish line, with every prospect of winning, something +went wrong with the ignition, and they were +out of it.</p> + +<p>There were affairs on shore too, several +dances to which the girls and boys went. +Then there was a moving picture performance +semi-occasionally, and some other plays. Altogether +the summer was a happy one, thus +far.</p> + +<p>Nothing was heard of Mrs. Raymond, though +her brother wrote a number of letters, and of +course the missing Nancy Ford was not located. +Though Jack and the boys insisted on staring at +all the pretty strangers they met, playfully insisting +that Nancy might be one of them.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_164'></a>164</span>“Of course she’s bound to be good-looking,” +said Ed.</p> + +<p>“Naturally,” agreed Jack.</p> + +<p>“How do you make that out?” Cora wanted +to know.</p> + +<p>“Everybody named Nancy is good-looking,” +asserted Norton, with his lazy drawl.</p> + +<p>The girls laughed at this reasoning.</p> + +<p>“Let’s go for a long run to-day, Sis!” proposed +Jack one morning, when he called at the +girls’ bungalow. “We can take our lunch, run +around the lighthouse point, into the Cove on the +other side, and have a good time. There’s said +to be good fishing there, too.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll go if the others will,” she agreed, and +when she proposed it to them the girls were enthusiastic +about it. Soon two merry boatloads +of young people were speeding over the sun-lit +waters of the Cove.</p> + +<p>“We have to go right out on the ocean; don’t +we?” asked Belle with a little shiver as she looked +ahead at the expanse of blue water.</p> + +<p>“Only for a little way,” said Cora. “Just +round the lighthouse point. Then we’re in another +bay again.”</p> + +<p>“Are you afraid?” asked Eline.</p> + +<p>“N–no,” said Belle, bravely.</p> + +<p>As they went on the sky became overcast, and +Cora looked anxiously at them.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_165'></a>165</span>“I’m afraid it’s going to storm, Jack,” she +said.</p> + +<p>“Not a bit of it!” he cried. “I’ll ask this +fisherman,” and he did, getting an opinion that +there would be no storm that day. Reassured, +they went on.</p> + +<p>The sea was not a bit rough and even Belle’s +fears were quelled. They went past the light, +close enough to see Rosalie waving at them. +High up in the tower they could note Mr. Haley +and his helper cleaning the great lantern and lens.</p> + +<p>They reached the other bay in due time, but the +gathering clouds grew more menacing, and Cora +was for putting back.</p> + +<p>“No,” urged Jack. “Let’s stay and eat our +lunch. If it gets too rough we can leave our +boats here and walk back over the point. It +isn’t far.”</p> + +<p>So the girls consented. The clouds continued +to gather.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_166'></a>166</span><a id='link_20'></a>CHAPTER XX<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE STORM</span></h2> + +<p>“Jack Kimball, I knew we stayed too late! +Now look over there!” and Cora pointed to the +west, where a bank of dark and angry-looking +vapor piled up in contrast to the lighter-hued +clouds that had caused apprehension earlier in +the day.</p> + +<p>“That’s right–blame it all on me–even if it +rains!” protested Jack. “You wanted to stay +as much as we did, Sis.”</p> + +<p>“Well, perhaps I did,” admitted Cora. “But +really we should not have stayed so long. I am +afraid we will be caught in the storm.”</p> + +<p>“Do you really think so, Cora?” asked Belle, +and she could not keep a quaver out of her voice.</p> + +<p>“If I’m any judge we’re in for a regular +old―”</p> + +<p>“You’re it, old man!” and Walter interrupted +Ed, who was evidently on the verge of making +a dire prophecy concerning the weather. “Don’t +scare ’em any more than you have to,” went on +Walter in a low voice, nodding at the girls in the +<i>Pet</i>. “We may have our hands full as it is.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_167'></a>167</span>“Do you think so?”</p> + +<p>“Look at those clouds!”</p> + +<p>It was enough. Indeed all were now anxiously +scanning the heavens that seemed to grow blacker +momentarily. The little party, after having had +lunch on the beach of the smaller cove, around +the lighthouse point, were now on their way back +in the two motor boats, and Cora, with a look +aloft, had made the observation to Jack that +opened this chapter.</p> + +<p>“Well, turn on all the gas you can, Sis, and +we’ll scud for it,” called Jack to his sister. “We +may beat it out yet. If not, we can go ashore almost +any place.”</p> + +<p>“Except on the rocks,” spoke Cora. “The +worst part will be round the point, in the open +sea.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, we’ll do it all right,” asserted Norton, +confidently. “The wind isn’t rising much.”</p> + +<p>The boats were close enough together so that +talking from one to the other was easy. They +were headed out toward the open sea, and as +Cora guided her craft she could not help anticipating +apprehensively the heavy rollers that +would be encountered once they were out of the +land-locked shelter. But the bow of the <i>Pet</i> was +high. She was a good craft in rough weather, +and as for the hired <i>Duck</i>, she was built for those +waters.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_168'></a>168</span>“Let’s be jolly!” proposed Jack, for a glance +at the girls in their boat had showed him that +they were on the verge of hysterics. “Strike +up a song, Ed.”</p> + +<p>“Give us Nancy Lee,” suggested Walter.</p> + +<p>“Nancy!” exclaimed Cora. “I wonder +where that other Nancy is?”</p> + +<p>“No telling,” declared Eline. “Oh dear! I +hope it doesn’t rain. This dress spots so!” and +she looked down at her rather light gown, which +really she ought not to have worn on a water +picnic. Cora had said as much, but Eline–well, +it must be confessed that she was rather vain. +She had good clothes and she liked to wear them, +not always at appropriate times.</p> + +<p>“It won’t rain!” asserted Jack. “Go ahead, +Ed–sing!”</p> + +<p>“‘Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep’ would +be most appropriate,” voiced Norton. “We are +rocking some.”</p> + +<p>It was indeed getting rougher, and the motor +boats bobbed up and down on the long swells. +But as yet none had broken over the bows. Cora +dreaded this, not because of any particular danger, +but because of the effect it would have on +her chums, particularly Belle, who, try as she +might, could not conquer her nervous dread of +the water.</p> + +<p>The boys started a song, and the girls joined +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_169'></a>169</span> +in, but a sudden dash of spray over the <i>Pet’s</i> +stem brought a scream from Belle that made a +discord, and they all stopped.</p> + +<p>Jack, who was steering the <i>Duck</i>, stood up +and looked ahead. They were approaching the +point around which they must go to reach their +own cove.</p> + +<p>“Can we do it, old man?” asked Walter, in +a low voice.</p> + +<p>“We’ll try,” answered Jack, equally low. “If +we give up now the girls will get scared. We’ll +keep on a bit longer, and see where we come out.”</p> + +<p>“Can’t you get a bit nearer in shore?” asked +Norton.</p> + +<p>“It’s risky,” said Jack. “It’s low tide now, +and while this old tub doesn’t draw much there +are a lot of rocks here and there, sticking almost +up at low water. If we hit on one of them we’ll +be in the pot for fair. The only thing to do is +to stand out, and trust to luck. Once around the +point we’ll be all right.”</p> + +<p>“They’re coming in,” said Walter, nodding +toward Cora and the others.</p> + +<p>“Keep out! Keep out!” cried Jack. “It’s +dangerous.”</p> + +<p>“But the girls want to land!” cried his +sister.</p> + +<p>“You can’t now. The shore is too rocky. +You’d pound her hull to pieces. Keep on around +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_170'></a>170</span> +the point. The storm won’t break for half an +hour yet.”</p> + +<p>Rather reluctantly Cora put the wheel over. +Yet she recognized the truth of what Jack had +said. It would be dangerous to go ashore there. +And to turn back was equally out of the question, +since the wind was rising. It was at their backs, +and to turn in the heavy sea now running might +mean an upset. To face the waves, too, would be +dangerous. The only chance lay in keeping on.</p> + +<p>Jack’s prophecy about the storm was not borne +out. With a sudden burst of wind, that whipped +the salty spray of the waves over those in both +boats, and a sprinkle of rain that soon became a +downpour, the tempest broke.</p> + +<p>The girls screamed, and tried to get under +some bits of canvas that Cora had brought along +to cover the engine. But the wind was so strong, +and the rain so penetrating that it was of little +avail.</p> + +<p>“Head her up into the waves!” cried Jack. +“Take ’em bow on, Cora!”</p> + +<p>“Of course!” she shouted back, and gripped +the wheel with tense fingers.</p> + +<p>A little later they were out on the heaving +ocean. Fortunately the point cut off some of the +wind, and, having the gale at their backs helped +some. But the two motor craft, separated by +some distance now, had no easy time of it.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_171'></a>171</span>“Oh–oh!” moaned Belle.</p> + +<p>“Be quiet!” commanded her sister. “Look +at Eline!”</p> + +<p>Eline was calm–that is, comparatively so.</p> + +<p>“But–but she can swim better than I.”</p> + +<p>“Swim! No one will have to swim!” said +Cora, not turning around. “I wonder what’s the +matter with that man?” and she pointed to one +in a dory, who seemed to be signalling for help.</p> + +<p>Then there came a further burst of the storm, +and the rain came down harder than ever.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_172'></a>172</span><a id='link_21'></a>CHAPTER XXI<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE WRECK</span></h2> + +<p>“There must certainly be something the matter +with that man!” exclaimed Cora. She had +fairly to shout to be heard above the noise of the +wind and rain.</p> + +<p>“Well, we daren’t stop to see what it is,” said +Belle. “Oh, do go faster, Cora! Get in quiet +water! I am getting seasick!”</p> + +<p>“Don’t you dare!” cried Bess. “Think of–lemons!”</p> + +<p>“I’m going to see what is the matter,” declared +Cora. “He’s waving to us!”</p> + +<p>“What about the boys?” asked Eline.</p> + +<p>“They don’t seem to see him. Besides, they’re +past him now, and it would be risky to turn back. +I can easily pass near him.”</p> + +<p>The man, who was in a power-driven dory, was +waving and shouting now, but the wind carried +his words away. He seemed to be in some difficulty.</p> + +<p>“Why doesn’t he row in out of the storm?” +asked Bess.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps he has lost his oars,” suggested +Eline.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_173'></a>173</span>“Maybe that is the trouble,” remarked Cora. +“Well, we’ll soon see.”</p> + +<p>She changed the course of the <i>Pet</i>, though it +was a bit risky for the seas were quartering now, +and the spray came aboard in salty sheets. But +the girls could not get much wetter.</p> + +<p>Cora slowed down her engine by means of a +throttle control that extended up near the wheel. +She veered in toward the tossing dory.</p> + +<p>“What is it?” she cried. “What’s the matter?”</p> + +<p>“Out of gasoline! Can you lend me a bit so +I can run in? I came out to lift my lobster pots, +but it’s too rough.”</p> + +<p>“Gasoline? Yes, we have plenty,” said Cora. +“I’ll give you some.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t come too close!” warned the fisherman. +“Can you put it in a can and toss it to +me? That’s the best way.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll try,” promised Cora, as she cut off all +power. The <i>Pet</i> was now drifting, rising and +falling on the swells. Belle looked very pale, +and Bess was holding her.</p> + +<p>“Find something, and run some gasoline into +it from the carbureter drip,” directed Cora, as +she clung to the wheel.</p> + +<p>“What shall I find?” asked Bess.</p> + +<p>“Would an empty olive bottle do?” asked +Eline.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_174'></a>174</span>“The very thing!” cried Cora. “Has it a +cork?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, and one olive in it.”</p> + +<p>“Throw out the olive, and poke your handkerchief +down in the bottle to dry it out before you +put in the gasoline. Even a drop of the salt +water the olives come in will make trouble in +the gasoline. Hurry!”</p> + +<p>“Look out!” cried the fisherman. “Fend +off!”</p> + +<p>“You’d better do it!” directed Cora. “We +have no boat hook!”</p> + +<p>“All right, I’ll attend to it.”</p> + +<p>The two boats were drifting dangerously close +together. The fisherman caught up an oar he +carried for emergencies, and skillfully fended off +the <i>Pet</i>, which was drifting down on him. In the +meanwhile Bess, with the help of Eline, had dried +out the olive bottle, and had filled it with gasoline.</p> + +<p>“What shall I do with it?” she asked Cora.</p> + +<p>“Throw it to the man.”</p> + +<p>“I never can throw it.”</p> + +<p>“Then give it to me,” and, holding to the +wheel with one hand, with the other Cora tossed +over the bottle of gasoline. The lobsterman +caught it, called his thanks and gave the <i>Pet</i> a +final shove that carried her past him.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_175'></a>175</span>“Can you crank her?” asked Cora to Bess, +nodding toward the engine.</p> + +<p>“I’ll try!”</p> + +<p>It needed three tries, but finally the motor +started, and the boat surged forward again. +Cora, bringing her head up to the seas, noted +that Jack had started to turn around to come +back to her, but, seeing that the <i>Pet</i> was under +way again, had gone on his own course.</p> + +<p>The wind continued to blow, the rain never +ceased and the storm increased apace. But +finally, after a battle with the elements that made +the hearts of the girls quail, they passed the +lighthouse point, and shot around into the quiet +and wind-protected waters of the bay. A little later +they were chugging into the even calmer cove.</p> + +<p>“Oh Cora! So frightened as I have been!” +exclaimed Aunt Susan, as the dripping girls +trooped up the hill to the bungalow. “Oh, what +a storm!”</p> + +<p>“But we weathered it!” laughed Cora, shaking +back her damp hair. “It was a bit scary at +first, but we came out all right. It was fun at +the finish.”</p> + +<p>“I’m never going out again when it’s cloudy!” +declared Belle. “Never!”</p> + +<p>“Oh, you’ll get used to it,” said Eline.</p> + +<p>Dry garments, hot tea, and supper coming in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_176'></a>176</span> +the order named restored in the girls their natural +happy dispositions. But the storm continued. It +grew worse as darkness advanced, and the wind +rose to a gale. The rain came down in torrents, +and the boys, in spite of rain coats and umbrellas, +were drenched a second time in the short +trip from their bungalow to that of the girls, +when they came to pay a visit.</p> + +<p>“It’s a wild night,” declared Jack, as he and +his chums got ready to go back, about ten o’clock.</p> + +<p>“There must be quite a sea on,” said Ed.</p> + +<p>“I wouldn’t want to be out in it,” remarked +Walter.</p> + +<p>“And I beg to be excused,” came from Norton.</p> + +<p>“Think of the poor sailors,” said Eline, softly.</p> + +<p>“I tell you what I’d like to do,” observed Jack.</p> + +<p>“What?” Ed wanted to know.</p> + +<p>“Go over to the lighthouse. It must be great +up in the lantern room in a storm like this.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t you dare to go!” cried Cora. “It +might blow away.”</p> + +<p>“No danger,” said Jack with a laugh. “But +I’m not going. Another thing we might do.”</p> + +<p>“What?” demanded Norton.</p> + +<p>“Go out and find a beach patrol. We could +walk up and down with him, and maybe sight +a wreck.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, don’t speak of a wreck!” begged Bess. +“A wreck on such a night would be dreadful.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_177'></a>177</span>“This is just the kind of a night when they +have wrecks,” observed Ed, as a blast of wind +and rain shook the bungalow.</p> + +<p>As the boys were going out into the storm there +came a dull report, reverberating on the night +air.</p> + +<p>“What was that?” gasped Cora.</p> + +<p>“Sounded like a gun,” said Jack. “Maybe +a ship at sea―”</p> + +<p>There was a flash in the sky. It was not +lightning, for there was no thunder storm.</p> + +<p>“See!” exclaimed Eline.</p> + +<p>“The lighthouse,” ventured Norton.</p> + +<p>“The light is over there,” and Ed pointed to +the flashing beacon in a different direction.</p> + +<p>“Then it’s a rocket from some ship in danger,” +declared Walter. “There goes another!”</p> + +<p>It was unmistakably a rocket that went cleaving +through the blackness. It came from off the +lighthouse point.</p> + +<p>“Some ship is in danger, or maybe off her +course,” spoke Jack. “Well, we can’t do anything, +and there’s no use getting any wetter. +Come on to bed, fellows.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, the poor people–if that is a wreck,” +murmured Bess.</p> + +<p>“If it was only daylight we might witness some +rescues,” said Cora. “But at least let us hope +it is nothing serious.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_178'></a>178</span>It was Rosalie who brought the news next +morning. Through the driving rain she came to +the girls’ bungalow, her face peering out from +beneath a sou’wester that was tied under her chin, +her feet barely visible beneath the yellow oilskin +coat.</p> + +<p>“There’s a wreck ashore!” she cried. “I +thought maybe you might like to see it! It’s out +in front of our light, and they’re bringing the +crew ashore!”</p> + +<p>“Can they save them?” asked Cora, clasping +her hands.</p> + +<p>“Most of ’em, I guess. Want to come?”</p> + +<p>“Of course we’ll go!” cried Eline. “The +boys won’t want to miss this!”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_179'></a>179</span><a id='link_22'></a>CHAPTER XXII<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE RESCUE</span></h2> + +<p>Green masses of foam-capped water hurling +themselves on the sand–thundering and pounding. +A spray that whipped into your face with +the sting of a lash. The wind howling overhead +and picking up handfuls of wet sand, scattering +them about to add to the bite of the salt water. +The rain pelting down in torrents. A dull boom, +repeated again and again. The hissing of the +breakers. And, out in the midst, out in a +smother of water, gripped on the sharp rocks +that now and then could be seen raising their +black teeth through the white foam was the ship–a +wreck.</p> + +<p>It was this scene that Cora, the other girls, +and the boys saw as they hurried out to the +lighthouse point. And it was one they never forgot.</p> + +<p>They had hurried out when Rosalie brought +the news that in the storm of the night a three-masted +auxiliary schooner had come too far inshore +despite the warning of the light.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_180'></a>180</span>“Father was up all night tending the lantern, +too!” she shouted–she had to shout to be heard +above the roar. “I helped him,” she added. +“But in spite of it the schooner worked in. She +couldn’t seem to steer properly. We could see +her red and green lights once in a while. Then +the current caught her and nothing could save +her. She went right on the rocks. Her back’s +broke, Captain Meeker of the life guards said.”</p> + +<p>“Can they save the people?” Cora inquired, +as she pulled her raincoat more tightly about her, +for the wind seemed fairly to whip open the buttons.</p> + +<p>“They’re going to try,” answered the lighthouse +maid. “They got some of ’em off in the +motor life-boat early this morning, but it’s too +rough for that now.”</p> + +<p>“What are they going to do, then?” asked +Bess.</p> + +<p>“Use the breeches buoy. It’s the only way +now!” cried Rosalie. “They’re going to fire a +line over soon.”</p> + +<p>“We don’t want to miss that,” declared Jack.</p> + +<p>The wreck had gone on the rocks nearly opposite +the lighthouse that guarded them. In this +case the guardianship had been in vain, and the +sea was hastening to wreak further havoc on the +gallant ship.</p> + +<p>The boys and girls trudged down to the beach +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_181'></a>181</span> +through sand that clung to their feet. They +could see the life-savers getting their apparatus +in order, and near them were huddled some men–evidently +sailors.</p> + +<p>“Those are the men who were rescued from +the ship,” said Rosalie. “There are more on +board, and some passengers, I heard. Some +women and children, too!”</p> + +<p>“How terrible!” gasped Belle. “Oh, I don’t +see how any one can take a long voyage. +I am so afraid of the water.”</p> + +<p>“I don’t blame you–not when it acts this +way,” spoke Eline. “It makes me shudder!”</p> + +<p>The big green waves seemed to be reaching +hungrily out for those on the strand, as though +not satisfied with having wrecked the ship. The +waters fairly flung themselves at the men whose +seemingly puny efforts were being directed to save +those yet remaining on board.</p> + +<p>“Is the ship’s captain among them?” asked +Walter, pointing to the group of sailors.</p> + +<p>“No, indeed!” exclaimed Rosalie. “He’ll be +the last one to leave. They’re always like that. +My father was a captain once,” and she seemed +proud of the fact, though now she was glad +that her father was safe in the staunch lighthouse.</p> + +<p>“That’s so, I forgot,” remarked Walter. +“The captain is always the last to leave.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_182'></a>182</span>“But I thought women and children came +first in a rescue at sea,” suggested Ed.</p> + +<p>“The women and girls–I heard there were +some girls,” went on Rosalie, “wouldn’t get in +the boat. They were afraid. Of course the +breeches buoy is safer, but look how they have +to wait. She may go to pieces any time now.”</p> + +<p>“It’s dreadful,” said Cora, in a low voice.</p> + +<p>She and her companions drew closer to where +the life-savers were at work. The boys and girls +were wet, for the rain penetrated through coats, +and umbrellas were impossible. But they did not +mind this, and Mrs. Chester had promised to +have hot coffee for them when they got back to +the bungalow. She had refused to go out to look +at the wreck.</p> + +<p>“I just couldn’t bear it!” she had exclaimed +with a shudder.</p> + +<p>The guards were burying in the sand a heavy +anchor to which the main rope of the breeches +buoy would be fastened. The other end would be +made fast to the highest part of the ship, so that +the person being pulled ashore in the carrier +would be as far above the waves as possible. The +three masts had been broken off, but the jagged +stump of one stuck up, and could be seen when +there came a momentary lull in the rain.</p> + +<p>It was not very cold, though much of the heat +of summer had been dissipated in the cool rain.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_183'></a>183</span>“If it was winter, how terrible it would be,” +said Eline. “Sometimes I have seen lake steamers +just a mass of ice.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, there is something to be thankful for,” +Cora agreed. “Oh, they are going to fire, I +think.”</p> + +<p>She pointed to where some of the men were +setting the mortar, or small cannon, which is +discharged to send a line to stranded ships. The +mortar fires a long, round piece of iron, to which +is fastened a light, but strong, line. When this +falls aboard the vessel a stronger rope is hauled +from shore by means of it.</p> + +<p>“Yes, they’re going to shoot!” agreed Jack. +“They must have trouble keeping their powder +dry.”</p> + +<p>Bess covered her ears with her hands and cried:</p> + +<p>“Oh, if they’re going to fire I’m going to +run!”</p> + +<p>“Silly! It won’t make much noise!” exclaimed +Norton. “They don’t use a heavy +charge.”</p> + +<p>“I don’t care. I’m going to―”</p> + +<p>But Bess did not have time to do anything, +for at that moment the captain pulled the lanyard +that set off the mortar. The report was +loud enough, though partly smothered by the +storm.</p> + +<p>“It fell short!” exclaimed Rosalie, who was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_184'></a>184</span> +watching intently. “See, it fell into the water!”</p> + +<p>“Does that mean they can’t make the rescue?” +asked Belle, in an awed voice.</p> + +<p>“Oh, no, they’ll fire again,” answered Rosalie.</p> + +<p>A guard was hauling in on the line, which +had the weight attached to it. Soon it was in +the mortar again, the line coiled beside it in a +box in a peculiar manner to prevent tangling.</p> + +<p>Once more the shot was fired.</p> + +<p>“There it goes! It’s going to land this time!” +shouted Rosalie in her excitement. A shout from +the group of rescued seamen, in which the life +guards joined, told that the shot had gone true.</p> + +<p>Then began a busy time–not that the men had +not worked hard before. But there was need of +much haste now, for it was feared the vessel +would break up. Quickly the heavy line was sent +out and made fast. Then the breeches buoy was +rigged, and in a little while a woman was hauled +in from the wreck.</p> + +<p>“Poor thing!” murmured Cora. “We must +help her. She is drenched.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, we must do something!” cried Belle.</p> + +<p>“We’ll take her up to our kitchen,” proposed +Rosalie. “There’s a good fire there, and I’ll +make coffee.”</p> + +<p>The woman was helped out of the buoy, and +the motor girls went to her assistance. She +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_185'></a>185</span> +seemed very grateful. She was the wife of one +of the mates, and he was not yet rescued.</p> + +<p>“I will stay here until Harry comes ashore!” +she declared, firmly.</p> + +<p>“And you know he won’t come, Mrs. Madden, +until the rest of the women is saved,” explained +one of the seamen. “Go with the young ladies. +That is best,” and she finally consented.</p> + +<p>In a short time several other women and two +girls came ashore, one much exhausted. But by +this time a physician had arrived, and he attended +to her in the lighthouse.</p> + +<p>Then the remainder of the sailors were +brought from the wreck, the first one to get +ashore reporting that no more women or girls +remained aboard.</p> + +<p>“There was one girl,” he said, “but she +seems to have disappeared.”</p> + +<p>“Washed overboard?” asked Cora, with a +gasp.</p> + +<p>“I’m afraid so, miss. It’s a terrible storm.”</p> + +<p>Finally the captain himself was hauled off, and +he landed amid cheers from the brave men who +had helped save him. He said the vessel was +now abandoned, and would not last another hour. +In less than that time the wreck was observed to +have changed its position.</p> + +<p>Then amid the upheaval of the mighty seas the +ship broke in two and was soon pounded into +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_186'></a>186</span> +shreds of wood by the terrible power of the +storm-swept ocean.</p> + +<p>The shipwrecked ones were cared for among +the different fishermen, some staying in the lighthouse +and some in the quarters of the life-savers. +The storm kept up harder than ever, and soon +Cora and her friends decided that it would be +unwise to stay out longer in it. So they sought +their bungalows.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_187'></a>187</span><a id='link_23'></a>CHAPTER XXIII<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE FLOATING SPARS</span></h2> + +<p>Calm followed after the storm. The sea was +sullen, and great waves broke on the beach, but +the rain had ceased, and the wind had almost died +out. But the tide heaved and seemed to moan, as +though in sorrow for what it had done.</p> + +<p>It was the morning after the wreck, and Cora +and the girls had gone to the lighthouse to look +out over the ocean. All vestige of the schooner +had disappeared. The sea had eaten her up.</p> + +<p>“Where are the boys?” asked Eline, as she +walked along beside Bess. The girls had on rather +make-shift garments, for they had become so +drenched in the rain that their clothes needed +drying.</p> + +<p>“I guess they are–pressing their trousers,” +remarked Cora. “Jack said he was going to, +anyhow.”</p> + +<p>“Vain creatures!” mocked Bess.</p> + +<p>“I noticed you doing your hair up more elaborately +than usual,” remarked Belle, with a glance +at her sister.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_188'></a>188</span>“Oh, well, no wonder. It looked frightful–all +wet as it was.”</p> + +<p>“Vain creatures–all of us,” murmured Cora.</p> + +<p>“Then the boys won’t be out for some time,” +suggested Eline.</p> + +<p>“I think not,” answered Jack’s sister. “I +wonder what has become of all the shipwrecked +people?”</p> + +<p>“A good many of them went on to New York +last night,” said Belle. “I met Rosalie early this +morning and she said only two of the women +were over at her place now. How did so many +women, and those girls, come to be on the +schooner?”</p> + +<p>“It was a sort of excursion party,” explained +Cora. “The schooner had an auxiliary gasoline +engine. The company that owns it does a small +freight business, and also takes passengers who +like to go for a cruise. It seems that a party was +made up, and tickets sold. Quite a number of +women and girls, as well as some men, went +along.”</p> + +<p>“I guess they are sorry they did,” said Belle. +“Oh, the dreadful sea. I’m never going in bathing +again.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, it’s safe in Sandy Point Cove,” exclaimed +Eline.</p> + +<p>“I wonder what happened to the missing +girl?” asked Bess.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_189'></a>189</span>“Missing girl?” echoed Belle.</p> + +<p>“Yes. Didn’t you hear one of the sailors say +a girl was missing–perhaps swept overboard?”</p> + +<p>“Oh yes! Poor thing!” and Cora sighed. +“She may be–out–there!” and she waved her +hand to the heaving ocean.</p> + +<p>The girls were on the beach where the rescue +had been made. The waves were still pounding +away, but a life-guard who went past on his patrol +remarked:</p> + +<p>“She’ll be down a lot by night.”</p> + +<p>“Were any of your friends hurt?” asked +Belle.</p> + +<p>“Working yesterday, you mean, miss?”</p> + +<p>“Yes.”</p> + +<p>“No. Bill Smith got his hand jammed a bit, +but that was all. We get used to rough treatment.”</p> + +<p>“I suppose so. The sea is very rough–it’s +cruel.”</p> + +<p>“Not always, miss. If you could see it–as +I often do–all blue under the sun, and shimmering +like–like your hair, miss, if I may be so +bold, and with the gulls wheeling about, and +dipping down into it–why, miss, you’d say the +sea was beautiful–that’s it–just beautiful.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, but it’s so often the other way–terrible–hideous!” +murmured Belle, who seemed +strangely affected.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_190'></a>190</span>“No, miss, begging your pardon. Even in a +storm I love the sea. It it’s just grand, miss!”</p> + +<p>“Well, I’m glad you can think so. I can’t. It +makes me–shiver!” and a fit of trembling seized +her.</p> + +<p>The girls walked on. Some refuse–bits of +wood and part of the cargo from the wreck–was +coming ashore. The girls continued on +down the strand, now and then venturing too +close to the water, and being compelled to run +back when a higher wave than usual rushed up +the shingle.</p> + +<p>“I wonder if we couldn’t go out in the boat?” +spoke Cora at length.</p> + +<p>“Don’t you dare suggest such a thing–to +me!” cried Belle. “I’ll never go out again–after +that terrible wreck!”</p> + +<p>“But I don’t mean out on the ocean,” said +Cora. “I mean just around the cove. It isn’t +at all rough there, and you won’t mind it a bit.”</p> + +<p>“Do come!” begged Eline.</p> + +<p>“There isn’t a bit of danger,” urged Bess. +“Why, you’ve often been out when there was +more sea than this.”</p> + +<p>“But not so soon after a wreck.”</p> + +<p>“What has that to do with it?” Cora wanted +to know. “The wreck is over. It wasn’t a bad +one, except that the ship was lost. All the +people were saved. I think it was wonderful.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_191'></a>191</span>“All but that poor girl,” murmured Belle.</p> + +<p>“Well, we can’t even be sure there was such +a person,” remarked Eline. “It was only a +rumor, and really, Rosalie said the captain could +account for everyone.”</p> + +<p>“You never can tell when there are a number +of people,” supplemented Cora. “Perhaps this +girl had her name down on the list, and, after +all, did not go. Then, when she was looked for, +and not found, they jumped to the conclusion that +she had gone overboard. I’ve often read of +such cases.”</p> + +<p>“So have I,” declared Bess. “Come on, +Belle. Let’s go for a ride. It will do us all +good.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, well, I don’t want to be a spoil-sport +I’ll go; but, Cora, dear, you must take along a +couple of life preservers.”</p> + +<p>“A dozen if you like, Belle.”</p> + +<p>“And you’ll promise not to go outside the bay–you’ll +stay where it’s calm?”</p> + +<p>“I promise!” exclaimed Cora, raising her +right hand.</p> + +<p>Rosalie came out of the lighthouse in her bathing +suit.</p> + +<p>“That girl fairly lives in the water,” said +Eline.</p> + +<p>“If I could swim as she does I would too,” +spoke Bess.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_192'></a>192</span>“Hello!” called Rosalie, genially. “Isn’t it +lovely after the storm?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said Cora. “Have they heard anything +more about the missing girl?”</p> + +<p>“No. And no one seems to know who she +was. Are you going for a spin?”</p> + +<p>“We thought of it. Would you like to +come?”</p> + +<p>“I’d just love it! Only I haven’t time to +change, perhaps, and I don’t want to―”</p> + +<p>“Come just as you are–in your bathing suit,” +invited Cora, and Rosalie did.</p> + +<p>The boys must have finished pressing their trousers, +or attending to whatever part of the personal +attire needed attention, for when the girls +got back to the float, and were getting the <i>Pet</i> +in shape for a spin, Jack and Ed hurried down +to look over the <i>Duck</i>. Both boats needed +pumping out, for the water had rained in, and +Walter and Norton were good enough to attend +to this tiresome work for the girls.</p> + +<p>Soon the two craft were moving over the sparkling +waters of the Cove, which seemed to be trying +to make up for what the sea had done the day +before.</p> + +<p>The boats kept close together, and talk and +gay laughter passed back and forth. Then Jack +and his chums, declaring they were going to see +how far out toward the sea they could venture +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_193'></a>193</span> +with safety, speeded up and left Cora and the +girls in the <i>Pet</i> somewhat behind. But they did +not mind–in fact, Belle insisted on keeping in +safe waters. Nor was Cora averse to this.</p> + +<p>The girls had been cruising about for perhaps +an hour when Eline called:</p> + +<p>“What is that over there?”</p> + +<p>She pointed to a dark mass on the surface of +the bay. Rosalie stood up to look.</p> + +<p>“It’s a lot of spars lashed together,” she reported. +“A sort of raft. Maybe it is from the +wrecked vessel.”</p> + +<p>“Then if it’s a raft there is some one on it!” +cried Eline.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_194'></a>194</span><a id='link_24'></a>CHAPTER XXIV<br /><span class='h2fs'>SAFE ASHORE</span></h2> + +<p>“It’s a girl!”</p> + +<p>It was Cora who said this as the motor boat +drew close to the floating logs.</p> + +<p>“A girl!” echoed Belle.</p> + +<p>“Yes; can’t you see her long hair?”</p> + +<p>All the girls were standing up–even Cora, +who had to bend over to maintain her grip on the +steering wheel. They all peered anxiously toward +the floating object.</p> + +<p>Certainly that was a figure on it–a figure of +a girl–sea-drenched and washed over by each +succeeding wave.</p> + +<p>“She’s tied fast to that raft!” cried Bess.</p> + +<p>“And her head is up on a sort of box–that +keeps her mouth out of the water,” added Eline. +“Oh, but she looks―”</p> + +<p>“Don’t say it!” commanded Cora, sharply, +and Eline stopped.</p> + +<p>“Oh, if only the boys were here!” breathed +Bess. “They could help us–help her,” and she +motioned to the limp figure on the raft.</p> + +<p>“We don’t need the boys!” exclaimed Cora, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_195'></a>195</span> +sharply. “We can make the rescue ourselves. +That is if―”</p> + +<p>“Don’t say it!” commanded Eline, thus “getting +back” at Cora.</p> + +<p>“Oh, do steer over there!” begged Bess, as +Cora did not seem to be bringing the motor boat +quickly enough toward the raft of spars. “We +must get to her!”</p> + +<p>“I am going to,” answered Cora.</p> + +<p>“Oh, do you suppose she can be from the +wreck?” asked Belle.</p> + +<p>“I think very likely,” spoke Cora.</p> + +<p>“Those spars–they are from the ship,” declared +Rosalie. “They are broken pieces of the +masts, perhaps. Some one must have made a raft +before the vessel broke up, and she lashed herself +to it. I have often heard my father tell of +such things.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, do get her, Cora!” exclaimed Belle, +clasping her hands.</p> + +<p>“Don’t go too close,” warned the lighthouse +maid. “Some of those spars have jagged ends, +and a bump would mean a hole in your boat, Miss +Kimball.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t, for mercy’s sake!” voiced Bess, clutching +Cora’s arm.</p> + +<p>“And don’t you do that to my arm or I can’t +steer,” came the retort. “I’ll be careful.”</p> + +<p>As the motor boat came nearer the girls could +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_196'></a>196</span> +see more plainly the figure on the raft. It was +that of a young girl, with light hair, that was +now darkened by the sea water. She seemed to +have wrapped herself in some blankets, or rugs, +tying them about her waist, and then had lashed +herself fast to the spars, or some seaman had +done it for her.</p> + +<p>She sat with her head against a box, which +seemed to be nailed to the raft, and several turns +of rope were passed about this in such a manner +as to maintain the girl in a half-reclining position.</p> + +<p>The waves broke over the lower part of her +body, but her head was out of the water, though +whether this had been the case when the raft +was in the open sea was a question. Clearly +much water must have washed over the raft, and +perhaps the buffeting of the waves had rendered +her unconscious.</p> + +<p>“Look out!” warned Rosalie, as Cora sent +the boat in a graceful sweep toward the raft. +“Don’t go any nearer.”</p> + +<p>“But we must save her!”</p> + +<p>“Then let me try. I’ll dive overboard and +swim to the raft. Then I can loosen the ropes +and we’ll see what can be done toward getting +her aboard. But be careful of your +boat.”</p> + +<p>It was good advice and Cora followed it. Rosalie +stood on the stern, poised for a moment +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_197'></a>197</span> +as Cora cut down the speed, and then gracefully +dived overboard.</p> + +<p>Up she came, shaking the water from her eyes, +and struck out for the raft</p> + +<p>“She’s alive–and–that’s all!” called Rosalie +to the girls in the motor boat, as she bent over +the one on the raft. “We must get her to a +doctor quick!”</p> + +<p>“How can we get her into the boat?” asked +Cora.</p> + +<p>“I’ll loosen the ropes, and then you can come +up on this side. The spars are smooth here and +your boat won’t be damaged!”</p> + +<p>“Poor creature!” murmured Belle, as she +watched Rosalie in her dripping bathing suit bending +over the girl on the raft.</p> + +<p>The ropes were soon loosed, and then, with +no small skill, Cora brought the <i>Pet</i> alongside +the raft. It was not an easy matter to get the +limp and unconscious figure into the boat, but the +girls managed it.</p> + +<p>“Now for shore and the doctor!” cried Eline.</p> + +<p>“Here is her valise,” called Rosalie, casting +loose a rope that held a small suit case to the +raft. “May as well take that, but I guess the +things in it are pretty well soaked. She must +have been adrift ever since the wreck went to +pieces.”</p> + +<p>She tossed the bag into the boat, and clambered +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_198'></a>198</span> +in herself. Then Cora steered away from the +raft, as Belle started the motor. They covered +the rescued girl with her own wet rugs–it was +all they could do. She was breathing–that was +all.</p> + +<p>Half an hour later they were safe ashore, and +two fishermen on the beach had carried the girl +up to the bungalow. A doctor was telephoned +for in haste.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_199'></a>199</span><a id='link_25'></a>CHAPTER XXV<br /><span class='h2fs'>A SURPRISE</span></h2> + +<p>“Poor, poor girl!” murmured Cora. She +was bending over the unknown who had been rescued +from the raft. The girl lay in a stupor on a +couch in the living room, having been made as +comfortable as possible under the circumstances, +the girls having ministered to her with the aid of +Mrs. Chester.</p> + +<p>“I wonder who she can be?” said Belle.</p> + +<p>“We shall have to interview some of those +who were saved from the wreck,” spoke Bess. +“One or two of the women, and two of the men +are still here, staying with some of the fishermen, +I think.”</p> + +<p>“They might know,” remarked Eline, “but if +we could look at the passenger list that would +tell.”</p> + +<p>“Where could we get it?” asked Cora.</p> + +<p>“The captain may have saved it, but of course +he is gone. Perhaps he took it with him.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll ask my father,” said Rosalie. “The +captain may have left it, or a copy of it, at the +lighthouse. I’ll ask Daddy.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_200'></a>200</span>The lighthouse maid had gotten out of her +bathing suit on the arrival of the motor boat in +the cove, and, in her ordinary attire had come +over to the bungalow where the rescued girl was +still in a state of unconsciousness.</p> + +<p>“That will be a good idea,” said Cora. “I +wish you would. But I don’t see why that doctor +doesn’t hurry. Perhaps we had better telephone +again.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll do it,” offered Belle. “But perhaps we +ought to try and revive her ourselves–some ammonia–” +and she looked at Cora questioningly.</p> + +<p>“I had rather not,” was the answer. “We +don’t know what injury we might do her. She +may have been struck on the head, or something +like that. I had rather a doctor would examine +her. Poor creature. Who can she be?”</p> + +<p>No one could tell. The strange girl was +pretty, and her light brown hair, now drying out, +clustered around her pale face that looked so +much like death that the motor girls were greatly +affected by it.</p> + +<p>“Her people must be terribly worried about +her,” said Eline, softly. “Just think of it! They +will read of the wreck in the newspapers, and see +the list of those saved. Her name will not be +among them, and they will think her drowned.”</p> + +<p>“That is so,” agreed Cora. “Oh, why doesn’t +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_201'></a>201</span> +that doctor hurry? If we could revive her she +would tell her name and we could notify her folks. +I’ve a good notion―”</p> + +<p>Cora started for the telephone just as the bell +rang. Cora snapped the receiver down from the +hook.</p> + +<p>“Yes–yes!” the others heard her say eagerly. +“Oh, that is too bad! Your car has broken +down while you were coming here? Yes, of +course we want you! We have a strange case +here. Wait! I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll come +for you in my own car!”</p> + +<p>Cora turned to her friends.</p> + +<p>“Just think of it!” she cried. “Dr. Brown’s +car broke down while he was on his way here. +He’s over at Siconset and I’ll go over and get +him.”</p> + +<p>“Then take our car!” suggested Bess. “It’s +just been filled with oil and gasoline. Yours may +not have any in.”</p> + +<p>“I will, thank you. You come with me, Bess; +Belle and Eline can look after things until we +get back. It isn’t far.”</p> + +<p>“Oh dear!” exclaimed Belle. “What–what +will I do if she wakes up?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, don’t be nervous!” exclaimed Cora, vigorously. +“If she comes to her senses so much +the better. Get her something warm to drink. +She may be starving.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_202'></a>202</span>“Very likely she is,” said Mrs. Chester. “Run +along, Cora. We’ll look after things here. +Bring the doctor as soon as you can.”</p> + +<p>Outside Cora found Jack and the other boys +anxiously waiting news of what was going on. +They cried:</p> + +<p>“Who is she?”</p> + +<p>“Has she come to yet?”</p> + +<p>“How did she happen to be on the raft?”</p> + +<p>“Has she told you her story?”</p> + +<p>“I can’t stop to talk now!” she replied. “I’ve +got to go for the doctor. Jack, be a good boy, +and run the <i>Flyaway</i> out for me. Bess and I are +going in that for Dr. Brown. He―”</p> + +<p>“Didn’t you telephone for him long ago?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, but his car broke down.”</p> + +<p>“I see. I’ll have the flyer here in a minute. +Don’t you want my car? It’s lighter.”</p> + +<p>“Or mine?” asked Norton eagerly, anxious to +be of some service.</p> + +<p>“Thank you both–no. Bess and I will make +out all right. We don’t know who the girl is, nor +what’s the matter. Get the car, Jack, do.”</p> + +<p>The boys, who had come back from their little +trip shortly after the girls had made the strange +rescue, talked about the happening, while Jack +ran the <i>Flyaway</i> out from the shed where it was +kept with the other cars. Soon Cora and Bess +were on their way to pick up the physician.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_203'></a>203</span>“She must have received a blow on the head. +That is the only way I can account for her long +stupor. Or perhaps she has received some severe +mental shock. Of course the exposure and +the fright of the wreck would add to it.”</p> + +<p>It was Dr. Brown who spoke this way after +examining the girl from the raft. Cora and +Bess had made good time to get the medical man +and bring him back to the bungalow.</p> + +<p>“But she is coming around now,” went on the +physician. “We will have her opening her eyes +in a moment.”</p> + +<p>“Perhaps the sight of this may help her when +she begins to come to her senses,” suggested Rosalie, +bringing in the suitcase that had been on +the raft with the girl. “She seemed to value it +very much, to take it with her in the time of +the excitement of the wreck,” she went on. The +bag had been lost sight of in the confusion of +bringing the strange girl to the bungalow and in +sending for the doctor. In fact, the other girls +had almost forgotten that such a thing existed.</p> + +<p>Rosalie now brought it in, sodden and damp +from the sea water. She placed it on the floor +near the couch on which the girl lay.</p> + +<p>Idly Cora glanced at the suitcase. Some letters +on it caught her eyes. They were partly +obliterated, either by abrasion, or the action of +the sea water, but Cora could see that they formed +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_204'></a>204</span> +a name. She leaned forward, and read half +aloud:</p> + +<div class='poetry'> +<p>“Nancy Ford.”</p> +</div> + +<p>“Girls! Girls!” Cora exclaimed. “Look–we +have found her–the missing girl that Mrs. +Raymond wanted so much to find. Nancy Ford! +There she is!” and she pointed to the girl on the +couch.</p> + +<p>“Nancy Ford!” repeated Belle. “Who―”</p> + +<p>“You don’t mean to say you don’t remember?” +cried Cora. “The fire in our garage–the +strange woman–the story she told–of the +robbers–of Nancy Ford disappearing. There +is Nancy Ford!”</p> + +<p>“Look! her name is on the valise!” Cora +pointed a slightly-trembling finger at it. “She is +our waif from the sea. Oh, if she will explain +things–if only everything is all right–and we +could find Mrs. Raymond!”</p> + +<p>“Perhaps–perhaps the missing money is in–that +bag, girls!” whispered Belle.</p> + +<p>The doctor turned around.</p> + +<p>“Please keep a little quiet,” he suggested. +“She will revive in a few seconds, and I don’t +want her to have too much of a shock. She will +be all right, I think.”</p> + +<p>“To think that we have found Nancy Ford!” +exclaimed Cora in a tense voice, but the room was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_205'></a>205</span> +so silent just then that it sounded louder than it +otherwise would have done.</p> + +<p>“Who is calling me?” came suddenly from the +girl on the sofa. She sat up, looked around with +big, staring eyes, in which the wonder grew as +she noted the room and those in it.</p> + +<p>“Who said Nancy Ford?” she demanded +again.</p> + +<p>“Easy, my dear, easy,” said Dr. Brown, softly. +“You are with friends and you are all right. +Drink this,” and he held some medicine to her +lips. The girl drank unresistingly and then lay +back again on the pillows.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_206'></a>206</span><a id='link_26'></a>CHAPTER XXVI<br /><span class='h2fs'>THE STORY OF NANCY FORD</span></h2> + +<p>“When do you think we can talk to her–question +her?” asked Cora of Dr. Brown. It +was some hours after Nancy had regained her +senses. She had been fed some nourishing broth, +and moved into a spare bedroom, where she was +made comfortable.</p> + +<p>“Is it absolutely necessary to question her?” +the physician asked in turn.</p> + +<p>“It seems to be important,” returned Cora. +“If she is really Nancy Ford a great deal depends +on it. She may be able to clear the name +of a woman who has suffered much. If we could +question her, learn her story, we might be able +to help both her and the woman in question, Mrs. +Raymond, who is a sister of Mr. Haley.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, yes, the light keeper. I understood there +was some mystery about his sister.”</p> + +<p>“She has disappeared, and is searching for this +very girl we rescued from the sea,” went on +Cora. “I do not wish to make her ill, or disturb +her, but if we could hear her story we might +be able to act.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_207'></a>207</span>“Hum, yes!” mused Dr. Brown. “Well, I +think by evening she will be strong enough to talk. +I want her to rest now. Yes, you may question +her then. I shall leave some medicine for her, +but principally she needs rest, and light but nourishing +food. There is nothing serious the matter +with her. She has received no injury that I can +find. The shock and the fright caused her +to lose her senses–that and being almost +starved.”</p> + +<p>“Poor girl! Out all alone–all night–on the +ocean on that raft,” remarked Cora.</p> + +<p>“I should have died!” sighed Belle.</p> + +<p>“Oh, human nature can stand more than we +think,” spoke the doctor. “Well, I must be going. +I don’t know how I am to get around +without my car.”</p> + +<p>“Use mine!” offered Jack, quickly. “I shan’t +need it. The old <i>Get There</i> needs running to +keep her in good humor.”</p> + +<p>“Very well, I will, and thank you.”</p> + +<p>Dr. Brown looked in on his patient.</p> + +<p>“She is sleeping,” he said.</p> + +<p>“That is good,” murmured Cora. “But, oh! +I do wish we could hear her story.”</p> + +<p>“The fellows are anxious, too,” said Jack, he +being alone allowed in his sister’s bungalow at +this time.</p> + +<p>There was a period of anxious waiting by +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_208'></a>208</span> +Cora and her friends. Rosalie had gone back +to the lighthouse to see if there was a duplicate +list of the passengers on the wrecked schooner. +She had come back to report that her father had +none, and did not know where one could be obtained. +The few members of the ship’s company +remaining in the village could throw no light on +the waif of the sea who had been so strangely +picked up. Undoubtedly she was the girl supposed +to have been washed overboard.</p> + +<p>“She is asking for you,” reported Mrs. Chester, +coming from the room of the girl that evening +after supper. “She wants you, Cora.”</p> + +<p>“Are you sure she said me, Aunt Susan?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, she described you. She seems to be +worried about something.”</p> + +<p>“I will see her.”</p> + +<p>Cora went into the room softly. The girl–Nancy +Ford–to give her the name on her valise, +which had not been opened, was propped up amid +the pillows. She had some color in her cheeks +now, and there was eager excitement in her eyes.</p> + +<p>“How are you–Nancy Ford?” greeted Cora, +pleasantly.</p> + +<p>“I am not Nancy Ford–how–how–why do +you call me that name?”</p> + +<p>“It is on your valise.”</p> + +<p>The girl started.</p> + +<p>“My valise! Oh, yes! Was that saved? Oh, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_209'></a>209</span> +dear, I am so miserable! Yes, I am Nancy Ford. +I don’t know why I said I was not. But I have +been in such trouble–I haven’t a friend in the +world, and–and―”</p> + +<p>She burst into tears.</p> + +<p>Instantly Cora was beside her, putting her +arms around the frail figure in the bed.</p> + +<p>“I am your friend,” said Cora, softly. “You +may trust me–trust all of us. We are so glad +we found you. Mrs. Raymond will be glad, +also.”</p> + +<p>“Mrs. Raymond!”</p> + +<p>It was a startled cry.</p> + +<p>“Yes.”</p> + +<p>“Why–why, isn’t she still in the office? When–when +I ran away she was there, and, oh! I +didn’t dare go back. I–I was so afraid of those +men. One of them―”</p> + +<p>“Wait, my dear,” said Cora, gently. “Perhaps +it will be too much for you to talk now.”</p> + +<p>“No, that is why I sent for you. I wanted to +tell you all. At first I decided that I would say +nothing, but you have been so kind that I decided +I must. Oh, that dreadful wreck! I shall +never forget it. Poor Mrs. Raymond! And she +is gone?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, and we do not know where. Suppose +I tell you how I came to meet her, and what +happened?”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_210'></a>210</span>“Then I can tell you my story,” answered +Nancy. “Please do.”</p> + +<p>“First drink this,” and Cora gave some of the +medicine that had been left by the doctor.</p> + +<p>As briefly as she could Cora related the incident +of the fire, and story told by Mrs. Raymond.</p> + +<p>“That is just how it happened,” said Nancy, +with a sigh. “Oh, I little thought when I ran +out of the office that I would cause such suffering +to an innocent woman.”</p> + +<p>“Then she is innocent?” asked Cora, eagerly.</p> + +<p>“Of course she is!”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I am so glad! I thought she was all the +while. Now, dear, if it won’t tire you too much, +please tell me as much as you wish to. Then I +will let the other girls know.”</p> + +<p>“Well, I am Nancy Ford. I am sorry I denied +it, but―”</p> + +<p>“That’s all right, my dear. I understand.”</p> + +<p>Nancy struggled with her emotion for a moment, +and resumed slowly, with frequent pauses +to compose herself.</p> + +<p>“My parents died some time ago, and left considerable +property to me,” said Nancy. “Not a +big fortune, of course, but enough so that I had +to have a guardian appointed by the court. And +that made all the trouble. At first Mr. Rickford +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_211'></a>211</span> +Cross, my guardian, was very nice. He helped +me by advice, and suggested that I go to a boarding +school.</p> + +<p>“I did so, and spent some years there. Then, +as the securities papa had left me increased in +value, I began to think that perhaps I ought to +know more about my own affairs, and not leave +everything to my guardian. So, without consulting +him, I left the boarding school, and went to +a business college. He did not find it out for +some time, as he was abroad.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps I did wrong, but I wanted to know +how to attend to my business when I had to. Oh, +but Mr. Cross was very angry when he found it +out. He wanted me to go back to boarding +school, but I refused. I said I wanted some +practical experience in an office, and, after some +argument, he consented, and got me in the place +where Mrs. Raymond worked. I liked her very +much.</p> + +<p>“I think my guardian must have had some +business dealings with the man who ran the office. +They were often together and finally I began to +suspect that all was not right. I think Mrs. Raymond +did also.</p> + +<p>“Then my guardian and Mr. Hopwood, the +man I worked for, had a violent quarrel. My +guardian threatened to take me out of the +place, and send me back to boarding school, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_212'></a>212</span> +for he was angry at me because I would not +give him certain papers from my employer’s +desk.</p> + +<p>“Then my guardian insisted that I come to +live with him and his wife. I did not want to, +for I did not like either of them. But they made +me go, and oh, the life I led!”</p> + +<p>“It must have been hard,” said Cora.</p> + +<p>“It was, dreadfully so. I was virtually a prisoner. +Finally I decided to run away, and do +anything rather than submit to my guardian. I +hated and feared him. I got together what +money I could, and it was a good sum, for my +quarterly allowance had just been paid. Usually +after I got it my guardian would take it away +from me and dole out small sums. But this time +he had no chance.</p> + +<p>“So I ran away! It was hard to do, but it +was harder to stay. I left the house one morning, +taking my suitcase with me. I stopped in the +office, intending to say good-bye to Mrs. Raymond, +and when I had been there a little while +my guardian suddenly came in with another man. I +did not know him, but I feared my guardian had +come to take me back. I screamed and ran out +in fright before they could detain me. I have +never been back, so of course I don’t know what +happened to poor Mrs. Raymond. I did not tell +her my story, and she did not know that the man +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_213'></a>213</span> +I so feared and ran away from was my guardian. +Oh, I didn’t know what to do!”</p> + +<p>“Of course not,” agreed Cora, soothingly. “I +can piece the story together now.</p> + +<p>“After you left Mrs. Raymond either fainted, +or was made unconscious by one of the two men–your +guardian or the other. She doesn’t quite +know what happened except that when she came +to her senses you were gone, the money was missing +and the men had vanished. She told all she +knew, but her story was not believed, and her +employer suspected her of taking the money. In +great distress she hurried away, and, after some +happenings she was found in our burning garage. +I did not have a chance to ask all the particulars. +But she did so want to find you, to know why +you ran away, and who the men were you +seemed to fear. She may still be searching for +you.”</p> + +<p>“But I don’t want to meet her!” cried Nancy.</p> + +<p>“Why not?”</p> + +<p>“She may–she may be in league with my +guardian.”</p> + +<p>“No, indeed–impossible!” cried Cora. “We +will see that you are fully protected. I will communicate +with my mother’s lawyer at once, if you +will allow me. There is such a thing as having +a guardian removed, you know. The courts will +protect you.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_214'></a>214</span>“And oh, I do seem to need protection!” +sighed Nancy.</p> + +<p>“You poor girl!” and again Cora’s arms went +around her. “I will telegraph mother at once. +We will have the lawyer come here!”</p> + +<p>“Oh, can you do that?”</p> + +<p>“Certainly I will, my dear. You need a new +guardian most of all.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, if I may only have one. Then I will be +happy again. And I can clear the name of Mrs. +Raymond, for I am sure either my guardian, or +the other man, took that money.”</p> + +<p>“They must have. But you have not told how +you came to be in the wreck.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, that was a mere accident. After I ran +away I went from place to place, fearing my +guardian might trace me, for I am sure his object +was to get all my property into his hands. I +heard of this sailing voyage, and I put my name +down in the passenger list. I thought a sea trip +would do me good, for I love the water. Then +came the terrible storm–and they said the ship +was sinking. Some of the sailors made a raft, but +did not launch it.</p> + +<p>“I was afraid to go in the boats, and more +afraid of being pulled in on the rope. So I got +a little food together, took my suitcase, and tied +myself to the raft. I knew it would float, and I +hoped to be picked up. Then the storm grew +worse. The vessel was all in confusion, for the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_215'></a>215</span> +rescue was going on. No one noticed me. Then +the ship went to pieces, and I lost my senses. The +raft must have launched itself, and I floated on it. +That is all I know until I found myself here. Oh, +I can never thank you enough for all you +did!”</p> + +<p>“It was nothing,” said Cora. “If we could +only find Mrs. Raymond now we could complete +the story; and she will be so glad to know that +you can clear her name.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, but I shudder when I think I have to +meet my guardian to do it.”</p> + +<p>“You will not have to,” promised Cora. “I +will see to that, Nancy dear!”</p> + +<p>“You are too good!”</p> + +<p>“Nonsense. Anyone would be good to you +after all you have suffered. Now rest, dearie, +and I will tell the others all about you.”</p> + +<p>“They won’t blame me; will they?”</p> + +<p>“Indeed not! They are all so interested in +you, even the boys.”</p> + +<p>“Have you boys here?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, my brother and his chums. I will tell +you about them later. You will like them, I +think.”</p> + +<p>“I am sure I shall. Oh, but it is such a relief +to tell this to you!”</p> + +<p>“I am glad it was, my dear. Now rest. I +am sure you must be tired. The doctor will be +here this evening.”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_216'></a>216</span><a id='link_27'></a>CHAPTER XXVII<br /><span class='h2fs'>A BOLD ATTEMPT</span></h2> + +<p>“Isn’t it romantic?”</p> + +<p>“And to think of all that poor girl suffered!”</p> + +<p>“I’d like to get hold of that miserable guardian +of hers.”</p> + +<p>“She has pluck, all right, to get out and hustle +for herself.”</p> + +<p>“Isn’t she pretty!”</p> + +<p>“I do hope she gets all over her exposure.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, yes, she is coming on finely.”</p> + +<p>Rather disjointed talk, I am afraid, but that +is exactly the way it went on–the motor girls +and the boys discussing the story of Nancy Ford.</p> + +<p>It was evening, and the boys had called to see +the girls in the bungalow of the latter. Nancy +had been visited by the doctor, who had reported +her much improved. The telling of her story +seemed to have taken an anxiety off her mind, +and with food and medicine she was rapidly regaining +her healthy young strength.</p> + +<p>There had been rather a dramatic scene when +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_217'></a>217</span> +Jack and Ed were first allowed to see Nancy. +They both started back, and Jack exclaimed:</p> + +<p>“It’s the girl!”</p> + +<p>“And you are those nice boys–how odd,” +Nancy had said.</p> + +<p>“Please explain,” begged Cora.</p> + +<p>“You know,” said Jack. “The night Ed and +I got lost. It was Nancy we met and gave a ride +in my auto.”</p> + +<p>“I suspected it all the while,” said Cora, with +a smile. “But I said nothing.”</p> + +<p>“It was a mere accident,” explained Nancy. +“I was just on one of the little trips I took after +I ran away from the office, and I miscalculated +my distance. It was awfully nice of your brother +to help me.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, Jack is always nice,” said Cora, smiling.</p> + +<p>“That means you buy the candy, old man,” +spoke Ed, with a laugh.</p> + +<p>“Well,” drawled Jack, as he stretched out +lazily on a sofa, later on, “now the only thing +left to do is to find that Mrs. Raymond, and +everything will be cleared up.”</p> + +<p>“That, and putting that mean Mr. Cross in–in +jail!” said Bess, with a vehement gesture.</p> + +<p>“Would you be so cruel?” asked Walter.</p> + +<p>“What else can you do with him?” demanded +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_218'></a>218</span> +Belle. “He has certainly been mean enough to +warrant being sent to prison.”</p> + +<p>“‘In a prison cell I sit!’” chanted Ed.</p> + +<p>“Stop!” commanded Cora. “Nancy may be +sleeping, and the doctor said it was very important +for her to sleep.”</p> + +<p>“Then we’d better clear out of here,” was +Norton’s opinion. “She’ll never get any rest +while this crowd holds forth. Come on, Eline, +I’ll take you to a moving picture show.”</p> + +<p>“Not after what has happened to-day,” declared +Mrs. Chester. “You young people have +had your own way all day, and now I want you +to quiet down. Boys, you will have to go home +soon. Girls, it’s almost time you were in bed.”</p> + +<p>“Aunt Susan is asserting herself,” remarked +Jack, <i>sotto voce</i>. “But don’t count on me, Aunt +Susan. I am immune.”</p> + +<p>“You’ll go with the rest,” she told him.</p> + +<p>They sat about for some time longer, discussing +the strange tale related by Nancy. Then +came good-nights.</p> + +<p>Cora went to see Mr. Haley, the light keeper, +next day. She told him what Nancy had related.</p> + +<p>“Lobsters and crawfish!” he exclaimed, clapping +together his brown hands. “Begging your +pardon, of course, for using that sort of language, +miss, but my feelings sure did get the best of me. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_219'></a>219</span> +And so this Nancy Ford can clear my sister’s +name?”</p> + +<p>“She can and she will. I have wired for +mamma’s lawyer to come down, and he +will arrange matters. There is only one difficulty.”</p> + +<p>“What is that?” and the keeper of the light +looked worried. “You mean that there is a possibility +that my sister may even yet be guilty?”</p> + +<p>“No; but where are we to find her?”</p> + +<p>“That’s so. Poor Margaret! Where can she +be keeping herself? If she would only come to +me–or write, I could let her know that it was +all right. And so those men were the robbers, +after all?”</p> + +<p>“It seems so, from what Nancy says.”</p> + +<p>“Strange. I knew Margaret could not be +guilty, but how to prove it was the hard part. +When can we arrange it?”</p> + +<p>“As soon as we can find your sister.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, dear! And I haven’t the least idea +where to look for her.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t worry,” suggested Cora, gently. “We +found our waif from the sea most unexpectedly, +and I am sure we will find your sister the same +way.”</p> + +<p>“Not in a wreck, I hope,” said the light keeper, +with a smile. “We don’t want any more wrecks +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_220'></a>220</span> +on this coast. Which reminds me that I must see +to the light.”</p> + +<p>“It was no fault of your light that +this wreck came,” said Cora. “Everybody says +that.”</p> + +<p>“I’m glad of it. If I had thought that my +light failed, I–I’d never want to live longer,” +and his voice trembled.</p> + +<p>“The steering gear got out of order,” said +Cora. “Nancy told me that. They could not +control the vessel in the storm.”</p> + +<p>“That’s always bad. Well, if we can find my +sister all will yet be well. I can’t thank you +enough for bringing me this good news.”</p> + +<p>“I am glad I had it to bring,” said Cora, +brightly.</p> + +<p>Nancy Ford continued to gain in strength, and +the day came when she could go out. There was +a little celebration and the boys wanted to get +up an auto or a motor boat party, but Cora drew +the line.</p> + +<p>“Some other time,” she said. Her mother’s +lawyer came to Sandy Point Cove, and looked +over some papers that Nancy had brought away +with her. His opinion was that the dishonest +guardian could be removed by the court, and he +promised to take charge of matters. Nancy was +much relieved.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_221'></a>221</span>“But where can we find Mrs. Raymond?” she +asked.</p> + +<p>“It will take time,” said the lawyer. “I will +set some private detectives to work, and advertise, +advising her that she can be proven innocent if +she will come forward.”</p> + +<p>Then came happy summer days. Nancy was +adopted by the motor girls, and stayed with them +in the bungalow. They went on long runs, or in +trips in the boats on the beautiful bay.</p> + +<p>They were always welcome at the lighthouse, +and Mr. Haley liked nothing better than to sit +and talk with the boys and girls, telling them sea +stories, or listening to their little adventures.</p> + +<p>But the search for Mrs. Raymond did not progress +very rapidly. Nothing was heard from her. +In the matter of removing Mr. Cross as Nancy’s +guardian, the procedure had to be slow, as there +were complications. But the lawyer was attending +to matters, and promised that soon all would +be straightened out.</p> + +<p>By means of his representatives the lawyer, a +Mr. Beacon, heard indirectly from Mr. Cross, +but could not capture him. The latter was furious +at the escapade of his ward, and threatened +to have her brought back to him. In the matter +of the robbery he insisted that Mrs. Raymond +was guilty.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_222'></a>222</span>It was one glorious summer day when Cora +had taken the whole party out for a spin. In her +auto were Eline and Nancy, the others distributing +themselves in the various cars as suited their +fancy.</p> + +<p>Several times, as they motored along the roads, +they were passed, or passed themselves, a low, +rakish motor car, of a dull dust color. Two men +were in it, and once or twice they favored the +occupants of Cora’s car with rather bold stares.</p> + +<p>“I wonder who they can be?” asked Eline.</p> + +<p>“Well, if they keep up this monkey business +much longer I’ll find out,” declared Jack.</p> + +<p>“Go easy, please,” suggested his sister.</p> + +<p>The only incident, or, rather, accident that +marred the trip, was when Cora’s car suffered a +puncture. It was on the run home.</p> + +<p>“You go on,” she called to the others. “I +can fix it.”</p> + +<p>“No, I’ll do it,” offered Jack. Perhaps the +presence of Nancy in the car induced him to linger, +together with Ed, who rode with him.</p> + +<p>“All right,” assented Cora, not sorry to be relieved +of the task.</p> + +<p>As Jack was struggling with the tire irons, the +rubber shoe being a most obstinate one, the low +racing car that had several times passed them, +again hove in sight. Cora was helping Jack, and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_223'></a>223</span> +Eline and Nancy had strolled down the road to +gather a few wild flowers.</p> + +<p>The racing car stopped, one of the men leaped +out, and made a dash toward the two girls. +Eline, looking around, screamed, and Nancy, +hearing her, added to the exclamation.</p> + +<p>“My guardian! My guardian!” she cried. +“I won’t go–I won’t go!”</p> + +<p>“Quick, Jack!” cried Cora. “They’re trying +to take Nancy away. You must stop them!”</p> + +<p>Jack, holding a heavy tire iron in his hand, +leaped forward toward the two girls. The man +had almost reached them, when there was heard +the loud honk of an auto horn coming around the +bend of the road.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_224'></a>224</span><a id='link_28'></a>CHAPTER XXVIII<br /><span class='h2fs'>A STRANGE MESSAGE</span></h2> + +<p>Nancy and Eline clung to each other. Nancy +had started to run off into the woods, but found +herself unequal to the task. A nervous tremor +seized her.</p> + +<p>“Oh, Eline, Eline!” she begged. “Don’t let +him take me away! Don’t!”</p> + +<p>But Nancy’s guardian was not destined to get +her into his control this time. No sooner had +the honk-honk of the other car been heard and +it had swung into sight around the bend of the +road, than the man in the other auto–the man +who had accompanied Mr. Cross–called out:</p> + +<p>“Look out, Rickford, this may be a trap!”</p> + +<p>“You’d better believe it’s something to stop +you!” cried Jack, still swinging forward on the +run.</p> + +<p>Cora, too, had started toward Eline and Nancy. +She saw that the big car probably had nothing +to do with the attempted abduction of the shipwrecked +girl, and that it was only coincidence +that brought it there at that moment. But it was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_225'></a>225</span> +a fortunate coincidence, for it frightened away +the two men.</p> + +<p>Like a flash Mr. Cross turned, sped back to +his car, and in another instant he and his crony +were speeding down the road.</p> + +<p>“Oh, he’s gone–he’s gone,” sobbed Nancy +on the shoulder of Eline.</p> + +<p>“Of course he’s gone!” cried Jack. “If he +hadn’t–” and he glanced significantly at the +tire iron in his hand.</p> + +<p>“Jack, dear,” said Cora, gently, with a warning +glance at Nancy. Cora did not want her +disturbed any more than was necessary.</p> + +<p>“Well–” blustered Jack, and let it go at that.</p> + +<p>“Was that really your guardian, Nancy?” +asked Cora, when her new friend had somewhat +composed herself.</p> + +<p>“Yes, it was. Oh, has he gone?”</p> + +<p>“Far enough off by this time,” declared Jack.</p> + +<p>“I didn’t know him at first, for he has grown +a beard,” said Nancy, “but when he came toward +me I could tell by the look in his eyes that it was +he. Oh, what an escape!”</p> + +<p>“A very fortunate one,” said Cora.</p> + +<p>The big car, the appearance of which had been +instrumental, perhaps, in preventing the taking +away of Nancy, drew near to the group of young +people and stopped. There were two middle-aged +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_226'></a>226</span> +men in it, and they looked at our friends +curiously.</p> + +<p>“Has anything happened–can we do anything?” +asked the one at the wheel.</p> + +<p>“Nothing but some tire trouble, thank you,” +said Cora, quickly. “And my brother can manage +that; can’t you, Jack?”</p> + +<p>“Sure, Sis,” and he winked at her to show that +he understood nothing was to be said about the +affair that had so nearly been a real “happening.”</p> + +<p>“If you want any help, don’t hesitate to ask +us,” put in the other man. “We are in no +hurry.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, thank you, I can manage,” Jack answered. +“I had the repairs almost made when +the girls–thought they saw something, and +screamed.” He winked at Cora again.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I see!” exclaimed the steersman with a +laugh. “A snake. We heard your screams, +and thought perhaps―”</p> + +<p>“It was just–nothing,” Cora said with a smile. +Eline and Nancy had turned and were walking +back toward their car, so the tear-stained face +of Nancy could not be observed.</p> + +<p>With renewed offers of aid, which were courteously +declined, the two men proceeded, and +Cora and the others were free to discuss the recent +happening.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_227'></a>227</span>“Do you really think he meant to take you +away–your guardian?” asked Cora of Nancy.</p> + +<p>“I really do. Oh, he must be desperate! He +must be trying to get my property away from +me.”</p> + +<p>“We’ll soon have him attended to!” said Jack, +fiercely. “Our lawyer says the case will come +before the courts soon, and then good-bye to Mr. +Cross!”</p> + +<p>“I wonder how he knew where you were?” +asked Eline.</p> + +<p>“You forget that the rescue of Nancy was told +of in the papers,” spoke Cora. “Doubtless he +read of it, and came on. He, or some of his +men, may have been spying around and knew just +when we went for a ride.”</p> + +<p>“And they followed us, that’s one sure thing,” +added Jack. “Their car passed us several times. +They were just waiting for a good chance, and +they took the first opportunity.”</p> + +<p>“I should have known him at once, when they +passed, but for his beard,” said Nancy. “Oh, +I feel so nervous and weak!” She was on the +verge of tears again.</p> + +<p>“Come, we will go back to the bungalow,” +suggested Cora. “I must tell the lawyer about +it. He may wish to take some action.”</p> + +<p>A little later they were back in the summer +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_228'></a>228</span> +cottage, where, to the wonderment of the others, +the strange story was told with all the details, +for when Cora’s car developed the tire trouble +the rest had continued on, Jack and Ed remaining +behind.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I’m glad I was not along!” breathed +Belle.</p> + +<p>“And I wish I had been!” exclaimed Walter. +“Jack, you and Ed had all the fun.”</p> + +<p>“I didn’t do anything,” said Ed. “Jack was +the hero.”</p> + +<p>“Only a near-hero,” said Cora’s brother. “I +didn’t get near enough to do any damage.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Beacon, the lawyer, on hearing the account +of what had happened, at once took steps to expedite +the matter of the removal of Mr. Cross as +guardian of Nancy Ford. He declared that the +attempted abduction would operate against the +unprincipled man. The matter of the loss of the +money, for which Mrs. Raymond was once suspected, +had been gone into, and the indications +pointed in many ways to Mr. Cross and his +crony.</p> + +<p>“But it doesn’t seem as if Mrs. Raymond +would ever be found,” sighed Cora. “Poor +woman!”</p> + +<p>“Yes, my sister must be having a hard time,” +said the keeper of the light. “I wish she would +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_229'></a>229</span> +come to me. I could give her a good home now. +The work is almost too much for Rosalie.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I don’t mind, Daddy!” exclaimed the +little “mermaid.”</p> + +<p>Summer was wearing on. It had been a most +glorious one and the bungalow residents had enjoyed +it thoroughly. They went off on several +motoring trips, but they were careful always to +remain in one party, and even then Nancy could +not forbear a nervous glance about whenever another +auto approached.</p> + +<p>But Mr. Cross appeared to have taken himself +to parts unknown. Private detectives who were +looking for him, on an order of the court to +which Mr. Beacon had appealed, reported that +they could get no trace of him. Nor was the +whereabouts of the missing Mrs. Raymond discovered.</p> + +<p>In their two motor boats the young people paid +visits to many near-by resorts, occasionally, when +the weather was fine, even venturing out on the +ocean. But, save for Cora, the girls were always +a little timid about this, and so the ocean trips +were not numerous.</p> + +<p>One day Mr. Haley came hurrying over to +the girls’ bungalow from the lighthouse. He +held a paper in his hand.</p> + +<p>“Where is Miss Kimball?” he asked of Belle, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_230'></a>230</span> +who answered his knock. “I must see her at +once.”</p> + +<p>“Why, has anything happened?” Belle asked +in sudden alarm. She looked down on the beach, +and was relieved to see Nancy safe there.</p> + +<p>“No, miss, nothing has happened–yet,” replied +the keeper. “But I received a strange message +just now, and I want to tell Miss Kimball.”</p> + +<p>“Cora!” called Belle, and Cora, who had been +in an inner room, came out.</p> + +<p>“What is it?” she asked, and Mr. Haley +handed her the piece of paper.</p> + +<p>“I just found that on my doorstep,” he explained. +“I was home all alone, my helper being +in town buying supplies, and Rosalie and Dick +being out in the boat. Read it.”</p> + +<p>“But how did it get there?” asked Cora, as +she stepped over to a window to see more plainly.</p> + +<p>“I don’t know, except some boy must have +brought it there, left it and run away. It was +weighted with a stone.”</p> + +<p>“Then that’s probably how it was left,” suggested +Belle. “But what is so mysterious about +it What does it say, Cora?”</p> + +<p>Cora read:</p> + +<p>“If you would have news of your sister come +alone to Shark’s Tooth at nine to-night.”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_231'></a>231</span><a id='link_29'></a>CHAPTER XXIX<br /><span class='h2fs'>AT THE SHARK’S TOOTH</span></h2> + +<p>“What a strange note!”</p> + +<p>“Isn’t it? And the odd way it was delivered!”</p> + +<p>“What is the Shark’s Tooth, Mr. Haley?”</p> + +<p>The boys and girls were all together in the +bungalow of the latter–or, rather, were out on +the broad porch, for, following the visit of the +light keeper, with the strange letter, they had +gathered to discuss the matter.</p> + +<p>“The Shark’s Tooth,” said Mr. Haley, “is a +long, low ledge of rock, jutting out in the water +about a mile above the light. It looks somewhat +like a big tooth–the end of it does, I mean.”</p> + +<p>“Will you go there?” asked Jack.</p> + +<p>“I sure will, my boy.”</p> + +<p>“Maybe it’s a trap,” suggested Ed. “This +fellow Cross may be trying to get hold of you, +Mr. Haley.”</p> + +<p>“I’m not afraid of him. I think I’ll be his +match,” and certainly the sturdy keeper looked +able to take care of himself.</p> + +<p>“But he may not be alone,” suggested Walter.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_232'></a>232</span>“However, we could go with you,” he added +hopefully.</p> + +<p>“The note says to come alone, my lad, and +alone I’ll go. I’d do more than that to get news +of poor Margaret. I’m not afraid.”</p> + +<p>“You boys might be within call,” suggested +Cora. “You need not be seen.”</p> + +<p>“Well, I’d consent to that,” agreed Mr. Haley. +“And it might be a good thing. And yet, somehow, +I’m not worried.”</p> + +<p>“This is certainly a trap!” declared Norton. +“They want you to go there, a lonely spot–after +dark. Probably they’ll take you off in a boat! +Ha! I have it! Wreckers!” and he struck a +dramatic posture.</p> + +<p>“Wreckers?” questioned Jack.</p> + +<p>“Yes, don’t you see. They want to get Mr. +Haley in their control. Then they’ll carry him +off, some of them will put out the light and lure +vessels ashore by means of a false beacon. Then +they’ll get the booty!”</p> + +<p>“Say, what sort of a dime novel have you been +reading lately?” asked Ed, with a laugh. +“Wreckers!”</p> + +<p>“Sure!” maintained Norton, earnestly.</p> + +<p>“No, lad,” said Mr. Haley, quietly, “it isn’t +wreckers, for the light would be well defended +by my helper, even if they got me. Besides it’s +dead low water at nine to-night, and they couldn’t +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_233'></a>233</span> +get a boat within a mile of the Shark’s Tooth +without staving a hole in her. The only approach +is from the beach. I’m not afraid.”</p> + +<p>“Besides,” added Cora, “this note was written +by a woman. That’s plain.”</p> + +<p>“A trick!” declared Norton, who seemed to +insist on the melodramatic theory.</p> + +<p>“Is this like your sister’s writing?” asked +Belle.</p> + +<p>“I really couldn’t be sure. Margaret was +never much of a writer, and I can hardly see to +read print, let alone writing, even with my glasses. +So I couldn’t say as to that. However, I’ll be +there.”</p> + +<p>“And so will we,” added Jack, “out if sight, +of course.”</p> + +<p>“This is getting more and more complicated,” +declared Bess. “Oh, I do hope it won’t turn +out to be that horrid Mr. Cross, or any of his +men.”</p> + +<p>“Hush!” said Cora, in a low voice. “Don’t +make Nancy nervous. She is alarmed enough +now.”</p> + +<p>It seemed as if night would never come, and +the boys and girls hardly had the heart for amusements +to make the time pass more quickly. They +remained near the bungalows, going in bathing +when the tide was right. Belle was learning to +swim with considerable confidence.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_234'></a>234</span>“You are getting quite brave,” Cora told her +when she had gone out to the float and back all +alone.</p> + +<p>Eline, who was rather daring in spite of her +timid manner, made a half-suggestion that the girls +go out in autos to see what happened at Shark’s +Tooth, but Mrs. Chester, exercising her authority, +vetoed the scheme.</p> + +<p>Mr. Haley started off alone, and was followed +later by the boys, who arranged to conceal themselves +where they could have a view of the ledge +of rock that was uncovered at low water.</p> + +<p>There was a half-moon that night and by the +light of it Jack and his chums could see the long, +black ledge extending out into the bay. They +had a glimpse of Mr. Haley walking slowly up +and down the beach, now and then looking at his +watch to note the time. Jack and the others did +likewise.</p> + +<p>“It’s nine now,” whispered Walter, after a +long–a seemingly long–wait, though it was +really only a few minutes.</p> + +<p>“And nothing seems to be happening,” remarked +Jack.</p> + +<p>“Look!” suddenly exclaimed Ed, pointing to +the sandy stretch. A dark figure was seen gliding +over it–a figure of a woman–alone!</p> + +<p>The light keeper heard the approaching footsteps, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_235'></a>235</span> +and turned quickly. He stood for a moment +The woman had halted. Then Mr. +Haley cried:</p> + +<p>“Margaret!”</p> + +<p>“Jim!” she responded, and they clasped each +other close.</p> + +<p>“I guess it’s all right–they don’t need us,” +whispered Jack. “It’s his sister. She wrote +the note. It’s all right, we’ll go tell the girls the +mystery is solved and the missing one found.”</p> + +<p>“That’s right,” was the answer. “Say, this +is great, isn’t it?”</p> + +<p>“It sure is.”</p> + +<p>“Now that they are together―”</p> + +<p>“Come on, they may hear us.”</p> + +<p>“All right, I’m with you.”</p> + +<p>But, as they started away, Mr. Haley called to +them:</p> + +<p>“Boys, come here. I want―”</p> + +<p>“No, no, Jim dear! Don’t call anyone!” interrupted +Mrs. Raymond. “I dare not be seen. +You don’t know the stigma I am under. I even +hesitated to come and see you in this secret way, +but I am in need of help. It was the only way I +could think of. I am so–so afraid of arrest.”</p> + +<p>“Well, you needn’t be!” cried her brother. +“We can prove your innocence!”</p> + +<p>“Prove my innocence! How? Only Nancy +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_236'></a>236</span> +Ford can do that, and she can’t be found, I have +been searching for her so long–so long!” Her +sobs prevented her from talking.</p> + +<p>“But Nancy Ford is found!” cried the keeper +of the light, “and the boys I called to–or rather +their girl friends–found her. It’s all right, Margaret. +Your name will be cleared, and you will +be happy with me. It’s all right, Sister!”</p> + +<p>“Oh, thank the dear Lord for that!” she +sobbed.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_237'></a>237</span><a id='link_30'></a>CHAPTER XXX<br /><span class='h2fs'>HAPPY DAYS</span></h2> + +<p>The sun was shining on a shimmering sea. +Little waves were breaking on the white sands. +The gulls were wheeling about in big circles. +Gathered in the old-fashioned living room of the +lighthouse were the motor girls, and two other +girls, Rosalie and Nancy Ford. Also the boys +were there, Mrs. Raymond, her brother, and Mr. +Beacon, the Kimballs’ lawyer. He had just concluded +some remarks. It was the day after the +strange night scene at the Shark’s Tooth.</p> + +<p>“And to think how it all came about,” spoke +Cora. “It is like a play, or a book.”</p> + +<p>“It fits together like one of those Chinese puzzles,” +remarked Jack. “At first it seems as if +it never will, but one little touch, and–there you +are!”</p> + +<p>“And it was Cora who supplied the one little +touch,” said Belle.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I didn’t do it all,” remonstrated Cora.</p> + +<p>“Well, your finding Mrs. Raymond in the +burning garage started the whole affair,” insisted +Ed. “But for that we never would have known +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_238'></a>238</span> +of Nancy Ford, nor how important she was in +this puzzle.”</p> + +<p>“I don’t want to be important,” answered +Nancy, with a smile. “I just want to go off +somewhere quietly.”</p> + +<p>“And you may,” spoke Mr. Beacon, the lawyer, +with a smile. “The court proceedings will +not take long, now that your guardian is arrested. +The judge will require no further proof than his +commission of the crime to remove him from +having charge of you and your property, and +some one else will be named in his place.”</p> + +<p>“I wish the judge would name you!” exclaimed +Nancy impulsively.</p> + +<p>“Thank you!” laughed Mr. Beacon.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Raymond had told her story. On up to +the time she had fled from the office, when the two +men came in, and her wanderings until she went +into the Kimball garage, my readers need no enlightenment. +After leaving Cora’s house so suddenly, +for fear she might be suspected of having +accidentally set the fire, the poor woman wandered +from place to place, vainly seeking Nancy +Ford. It was Mrs. Raymond whom the sheep +herder had met that night when he spoke kindly +to her. After that she kept moving about, getting +work in various offices, for she was an expert +in her line. But she could not find Nancy, +for reasons very well known to my readers.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_239'></a>239</span>“And oh, how kind one of you girls was to +me!” exclaimed Mrs. Raymond. “Your money +saved my life I believe,” and she held out the little +silver purse.</p> + +<p>Finally, she explained, matters reached a point +where she could get no more work, and she had +to appeal to her brother. She had refrained +from doing that fearing she might be traced +through him, for she still feared she would be arrested +for the crime she had never committed. +But, growing desperate, she made the night appointment +with her brother, hiring a boy to leave +the note at the lighthouse, intending to explain +matters to Mr. Haley, get some money, and go +away again.</p> + +<p>But it all ended happily.</p> + +<p>“And so they caught Cross?” remarked Jack.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said the lawyer, “one of the private +detectives got a clue and followed it up. They +got his crony, too, the other man who came in the +office when you ran out, Nancy. And they both +confessed, after pressure was brought to bear on +them. It is not the first crime Cross has been +guilty of. He has a bad record, I am told. I +learned of his arrest after I started here this +morning, following your telegram,” he said to +Cora, for, on learning of the arrival of Mrs. +Raymond, Cora had wired to her mother’s lawyer +to come in haste.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_240'></a>240</span>“Then my name is cleared?” asked Mrs. +Raymond.</p> + +<p>“Absolutely,” answered Mr. Beacon. “You +will not even have to appear in court.”</p> + +<p>“I wish <i>I</i> didn’t have to,” said Nancy, nervously.</p> + +<p>“I can arrange to have a private hearing,” +went on the lawyer. “It will be no ordeal at +all.”</p> + +<p>Nor did Nancy find it so. A kindly judge in +his chambers, several days later, listened to the +story, and named Mr. Beacon as guardian of +Nancy Ford, whose property was, in the main, +saved from the clutches of Mr. Cross. He had +embezzled some of it, and that crime, with +others, brought him severe punishment.</p> + +<p>As for Mrs. Raymond, she went to live with +her brother in the lighthouse.</p> + +<p>“And now for some good times!” exclaimed +Cora when all the legal matters had been attended +to. “We have had enough of mystery and wonderings. +You can spend the rest of the summer +here with us; can’t you, Nancy?”</p> + +<p>“If you want me, and have room.”</p> + +<p>“Of course we want you!” cried Jack. “Remember +you promised to ride in my car when we +go over to Stony Beach to-morrow.”</p> + +<p>“I asked her first!” cried Norton.</p> + +<p>“But she promised me,” cut in Walter.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_241'></a>241</span>“Oh, what boys!” protested the blushing +Nancy.</p> + +<p>“Don’t mind them,” suggested Cora, putting +her arms around her new friend. “You’ll soon +get used to them.”</p> + +<p>“I think I can get used to almost <i>anything</i>–after +that shipwreck,” said Nancy, with a smile.</p> + +<p>“Well, I like <i>that</i>!” cried Jack. “Comparing +us to a shipwreck! Come on, fellows, let’s +go fishing. The tide is right for crabbing, too,” +and they went out, leaving the girls to themselves.</p> + +<p>“In spite of everything–the fire, the shipwreck +and the many wonderings it has been a +wonderful summer,” said Cora softly, as they sat +on the broad porch.</p> + +<p>“And I wonder what the winter will bring +forth–and next summer?” remarked Belle. But +the further adventures of the little band of +friends must be reserved for another volume, +which will be entitled “The Motor Girls on Crystal +Bay; Or, The Secret of the Red Oar.”</p> + +<p>The summer vacation was almost at an end. +There was one last motor boat trip, and then the +<i>Duck</i> was returned to its owner, and the <i>Pet</i> again +made ready for the land journey back to Chelton.</p> + +<p>“Good-bye, bungalows, good-bye!” recited +Cora on the day of their departure, as she got +into her big maroon car.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_242'></a>242</span>“Good-bye, my lighthouse, good-bye!” sang +Bess.</p> + +<p>“And don’t forget to write to us, little mermaid,” +called Jack to Rosalie. Blushingly she +promised.</p> + +<p>“What will Nancy say?” asked Eline.</p> + +<p>“Oh, Nancy is coming to our house to stay–she +won’t have to write,” said the bold Jack.</p> + +<p>There were more good-byes, to the light keeper +and his sister, to many fishermen and life-savers, +whose friendship the boys and girls had made, +and then the autos started off on the long trip +to Chelton.</p> + +<p>Gaily fluttered in the wind the flags they bore, +the sea smiled under the yellow sun at the motor +girls, seeming to beckon them to return, but they +could not. And so, for a time, we will also say +good-bye.</p> + +<p class='c mt15'>THE END</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<p class='c fs16 mb00'>PEGGY STEWART</p> +<p class='c fs14 mt00'>SERIES</p> + +<hr class='tb10' /> + +<p class='c fs12'><i>By</i> GABRIELLE E. 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