"No such luck. There's Cora with her lamp. They are certainly after something," and with this she opened the tonneau door and went out with the others into the wild, dark, lonely night.
"I distinctly saw him," she heard Jack say. "Now, keep your nerve.
Cora, where is the little gun?"
"I've got it," she replied. "I feel better with it. You boys have two."
"What is it?" asked Hazel, now thoroughly alarmed.
"A man!" whispered Cora. "Walter saw him crawling around, and we are bound to find him. He is alone, that's sure, and there are seven of us."
"Oh!" gasped Hazel. "But isn't it dangerous?"
"A little, of course. But it would be worse to let sleeping dogs lie.
It may be a harmless tramp—or a poor laborer—a woodsman."
At the same time she knew perfectly well that any character of either type she mentioned would not go crawling around under stalled motor cars in the Berkshire hills.