Therefore, as Henriette drove the car on through the twilight, following the road by which they had gone to Lyse, there was reason for Ruth suddenly exclaiming aloud, when she saw something in the track ahead:
“Henriette! Look! What can that be? Do you see it?”
“What do you see, Mademoiselle Ruth?” asked the French girl, reducing the speed of the car in apprehension.
“Nom de Dieu!” shrieked Henriette, getting sight of the object in question.
The girl paled visibly and shrank back into her seat. Ruth cried out, fearing the steering wheel would get away from Henriette.
“Oh! Did you see?” gasped the latter.
The white object had suddenly disappeared. It seemed to Ruth as though it had actually melted into thin air.
“That was the werwolf!” continued the French girl, and crossed herself. “Oh, my dear Mademoiselle, something is sure now to happen—something very bad!”