"Yes, and others look like Russian anarchists."
Suddenly the machine came to a standstill and the man in front looked about at Nan and repeated the instructions she had given him to make sure he had them correctly.
"That's right," answered Nan, nodding. "We must be almost there, aren't we?"
"Yes, Miss," said the man, as he started the car again. "See that dock over yonder? That's it." And he swung the machine about in a semicircle and headed for one of the openings which Bess had described as "something between a cave and a barn."
"Nan, I never felt so funny before," Bess confided to her chum. "I think I am going to faint or something."
"And I think you had better not," said Nan, in alarm. "I have all I can do to carry my own luggage without having you piled on top of it."
"You wouldn't have to carry me," giggled Bess incorrigibly. "I'd ask the good-looking chauffeur to do it."
"How could you ask him anything if you had fainted?" asked Nan, beginning systematically to get her things together. "Hurry up, Bess. I guess this is where we get off. Are you sure——"
"You have everything?" finished the irrepressible Bess with another giggle. "I was just waiting for that. Look out, Nan. You stepped on my toe."
"I know it," said Nan calmly. "I did it on purpose."