“We can’t cut over the headstones,” almost growled Ed. “What on earth do folks want those things sticking up for?”
The absurdity of the remark was lost on the others.
“If the girls are around they must have been blown in here,” declared Jack, making a sudden turn, and jamming the foot-brake to keep the machine on its wheels, while he released the clutch.
“Here! Here!” came the unmistakable voice of Cora.
“Which way?” Jack called back.
“Look out for the lake! Turn in from the vault!” came the voice again, and none too soon, for without the drivers having any idea of being near a body of water, both runabouts a moment later, were actually on the very brink of a dangerous-looking lake.
“Gosh!” exclaimed Walter. “We nearly got ours that time. I’m going to get out and walk.”
“Great idea,” agreed Ed, and at the same time Jack also left his car.
More shouting and more answers soon put the searchers on the right track, and, although they were obliged to run over graves, and otherwise forget the sacredness of their surroundings, the trio soon brought up back of the vault, where the lamps of the Whirlwind and of the Flyaway told the first part of the strange story.
“Oh, boys!” gasped Belle and Bess in one breath.