“You feel that way because you were so frightened there yourself,” said Chet.
“I don’t know why I feel so; but it is a fact,” said Jess, confidently.
“Come on!” cried Lance, who was already in the front seat.
Chet helped Jess into the tonneau and closed the door. Then he hopped in beside Lance, tried his various levers, and started the car. It slid quietly out of the garage and they left the door open. The big car began to purr almost at once, and running smoothly, soon left the hill section and raced out along Market Street, now quiet save for the electric cars and other automobiles at this hour of the evening.
It was not long after ten when the car turned into the quiet road, with its few electric lights, leading to Robinson’s Woods. There were a few other cars at the inn, and some people on the porch. Chet went at once to the manager and told him of the absence of his sister.
“I saw those girls all going to the car; but they never said anything about one of their number being lost,” said the gentleman.
“They didn’t know it then. They don’t all know it now, in fact. But when Laura didn’t come home her chum was sure that she was left behind. And she thinks she is in the old house up yonder,” explained Chet.
“In the haunted house?”
“Yes.”
“Nice place for girls to go!” exclaimed the man. “What did they want to go into that old ruin for?”