“What’s the matter, Marj?” she demanded, in a whisper.
“Nothing,” replied Marjorie. “I just thought that I heard something.”
“And did you?”
“Evidently not. I didn’t see anything to cause alarm.”
“Positively?”
Marjorie hesitated; she did not want to lie, and she felt that there would be no danger in giving Ethel the little she did know.
“Well, I did see a car stopped by the road-side. But it’s gone now.”
“A puncture, I suppose,” Ethel surmised. “What kind of car?”
“A small one—I couldn’t see very well. It didn’t have any light.”
“Didn’t have any light!” repeated the other girl. “That looks suspicious. Did it stop very near to ours?”