“Never. Very beautiful, isn’t it?”
Gerald and Kendall laughed and the former said: “Perfectly lovely, but I’d like to know where it is. I must have got the wrong road back there, after all. Looks very much as though we were lost.”
“Lost in the night,” murmured Ned. “How romantic!”
“Well, I guess the best thing to do is to keep on,” said Gerald. “I suppose you fellows are starving to death, too.”
“I could eat if forced to,” replied Ned philosophically, “but I feel quite happy. How about you, Curt?”
“I don’t care if I never eat,” said Kendall. “I’d rather keep on riding.”
“Bully boy! This is our friend Burtis’s first automobile experience, gentlemen, and he quite approves of it.”
“Is it really?” asked Gerald. “I’m glad you like it, Burtis. What do you say, Dan? Shall we keep ahead or try to get back the way we came?”
There was no reply and Gerald leaned over his roommate. Then,