Now, the one great difficulty of this searching tour was that of not sounding the horns, consequently they had to feel their way, as on almost any part of the mountain roads there might be stray cottagers, or campers, or rustics, in danger of being run down.
The lights flashed brightly as if trying to do their part in the search for Cora Kimball.
Giant trees threw formidable shadows, and smaller ones whispered the secrets of the wood. But the girls and boys, and the women and men were too seriously bent upon their work to notice any signs so unimportant.
Suddenly Jack turned off his power. He wanted to listen.
"Did you hear anything?" asked Ed.
"Thought I did, but these evergreens make all sorts of noises."
"The others are making for the hill. We had best not lose sight of them," suggested Ed.
At this Jack started up again and was soon under way. But something had sounded "human." He felt that there must be some sort of life near them.
In a few minutes he was alongside the other cars.
"What kept you?" asked Bess, eager for anything new.