But he saw no sign. The big rock jutted out from the side of a hill, around which the wood road turned, but there was no signboard or post—nothing to tell travelers where they were.
“Um,” said Mr. Bobbsey to himself, as he came back to the automobile where Nan and Bert waited. “This isn’t very pleasant.”
“What are you going to do?” asked Bert, as he watched his father turning on the ignition to get ready to start the car.
“I’m going to drive on a little way and see if we don’t get somewhere, or reach a cross road that will take us to a town,” said Mr. Bobbsey. “If I don’t find one within a mile or two I’ll turn and go the other way—back from here,” and he pointed over the road they had just traveled.
“I hope you find a road,” murmured Nan. “I don’t want to stay in these woods all night.”
“Crickity grasshoppers! I think it would be fun,” laughed Bert. “Look, we have plenty of sandwiches left!”
He showed several in a bag.
“Perhaps it’s a good thing we have them,” said his father. “There is no restaurant around here, I’m sure.”
“We have three bottles of soda water left, too,” went on Bert. He had bought more than was really needed for lunch.
Mr. Bobbsey drove the car carefully along the road. It was rapidly growing darker, and the lights of the automobile made two gleaming paths through the gloom.