“Terry, I believe there is something mysterious here, but it isn’t ghosts, though that’s what you can call them.”
Terry wondered what Dot meant.
CHAPTER XV
Jim Doesn’t Know
Sim drove along as fast as she dared, with Arden sitting beside her, both girls wondering, conjecturing, and trying in vain to guess what the answer to the riddle of Jockey Hollow might be.
Now and then one of the girls, to make sure all was well, would turn to the man in the rumble seat holding his wounded friend in a slanting position against his own dust-begrimed body; and Jim was begrimed, also.
“Does he seem any better?” Arden asked once.
“No, miss. Not yet.”
“He is still alive, isn’t he?” asked Sim, wondering what they should do if the answer were in the negative.
“Oh, yes, miss, he’s alive. I can feel his heart beating.”
“That’s good. Is it much farther?”