George glanced a moment questioningly at Grant and then without a word being spoken promptly turned the car and started back toward the mysterious old house.
Apparently all thoughts of dinner had been forgotten or ignored. Fred and John looked at each other and laughed derisively, but neither spoke until at last the car was halted under the old oak tree.
Quickly George and Grant leaped out and started across the intervening field.
Fred and John left to themselves waited until their friends had gone to the rear of the building and then the former said quickly, “Let’s take the car and go back home. It will serve those fellows just right to leave them there.”
John laughed as he agreed to the suggestion.
Avoiding all possible noise they turned the car about and started down the road. They had gone only a short distance, however, before Fred suddenly clutched the arm of his companion who was driving and said, “Listen, String! Wasn’t that a call or a shout?”
As he spoke, Fred in great excitement looked behind him in the direction of the mysterious old dwelling house. Without a word, John turned the car about and started swiftly on his way back to the old tree.