What a beautifully clear night had emerged from the folds of that storm!
And what a delightful thing it was to ride in safety after the dreadful experience of being “shipwrecked” in a graveyard!
“I wish we had invited you to come,” said Belle to Walter and Jack, as the Flyaway glided on near the other cars.
“I wish we had come without being invited,” amended Jack.
“Next time we will not try to keep secrets,” declared Bess.
“Next time we will not let you have any to keep,” insisted Jack, “especially if there is a road ride in the combination.”
“What time is it?” asked Cora. “I haven’t dared look at my watch.”
“The magical hour,” replied Ed. “It was a pity to leave the graveyard just then. It is exactly midnight.”
“And there is a light by the road over there,” went on Cora. “What ever could have induced that man to leave the road and drive down into the cemetery? He must have known.”
“He’s—well, wait until I get back to Chelton,” threatened Jack. “I guess we will have some fun with that fellow’s license.”