"To the left," offered Grace.
"The right," was Amy's choice.
"I think—I'm not sure, but I think I see a light off to the left," said Cousin Jane.
"A light!" cried Betty. "Then we ought to head for that."
"But I am not certain," went on Mrs. Mackson. "Look, girls, is that a light?"
They grouped around her, and gazed in the direction she pointed.
"Hold the lamps the other way, and we can see better," suggested Grace.
"Hold the lens against your skirts, Mollie," said Betty. "That will make dark-lanterns for us."
She and Mollie did this, and in the intense blackness, that, for the moment was not illuminated by a lightning flash, they peered about them.
"It is a light!" exclaimed Grace. "Thank goodness!"